​cloud lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, gang, gang, yeah
What's up b*tches, it's your boy in this b*tch bruh
I got pus*y, I got money, I got hella b*tches

[Verse]
Sweet light homie when I'm rolling up my dope
North Face everything
Face down in the snow
They been talking on the high, we been working on the low
Cloudboys, 2016, b*tch we 'bout to glow
Just to let you pus*y know, I'm smoking dope in Tokyo
Popping bands in the TransAm with expensive hoes
Yeah, my fit extensive clothes
Yeah, I spit extensive flows
Champagne on the plane, call it braggadocio
Yeah, I walk up in the party in my polo fleece
With my rose gold teeth
Yelling M.O.B
Leopard polo [?]
Paid cash no lease
I got pus*y, money, weed, blowing dope all week
Money counter go brrr, until it beep
And my soda goes splash, with the lean
Syrup sip, hoes all on my di*k
Lean I, got a grip
I'm the sh*t
Word to Lil B
I'm a pretty b*tch
Yeah, pretty white boy diamonds on me like I'm prince
Tranced out, f*ck a P.O and a p*ss test (f*ck a p*ss test)
Dope smokin' slow
I don't ever get stressed
pus*y so tight made me curl up in that sh*t
Think I'm in love with the bands
Think I'm in love with the cash
Think I'm in love with the pus*y, the money, the weed, I'm addicted to Tec
Think I might run up a check
Canadian b*tch in Quebec
Styrofoam sippin'
You watch how I whip it
The lean with a lil' drink of gosset
I be in a Benz lookin' wavy
I be in a Benz throwin' money at your lady
When I drop my roof they goin' crazy
Swear to god this Styrofoam saved me