Mia Wallace - Wiz Khalifa

Uh, wake up to the cleaning lady knockin' n’shit I close the door so I can bake

up

Cause yesterday we partied the night away, stumbled in close to fo',

room full of expensive bags

Still all the shit on the floor, but that’s just how you live when your wife’s

a model

Smoke a pound soon as we touch down do the same thing twice tomorrow

Not to mention what I spend in the club nigga don’t even price the bottle

I promise my weed exotic all my tree is fire when you see me im just

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Im just Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Im just Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' Floatin'

Down the street pound the beat I smoke a pound of weed

Heard about it don’t believe come to my house and see

I be high, I be somewhere where them ounces be

California Kush, New York smokin' sour D

Detroit bubba Kush, Atl that’s OG, ask my nigga Burner errbody know me

Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin' overseas

Imma hit this bong for errone that smoke trees

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Im just Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Im just Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' on that chronic

Floatin' Floatin'