Chuuwee - Float On lyrics

Right right, right, right
Nah'm sayin
Go head and roll you up some donja
Finna keep it real west coast style '95 shit

Straight from the gate
It's mister someone please
Come through with the Mary Jane
Pulled up in an old school candy
Panted cruisin' on them thangs
What it do and what it is?
Time to change the fucking game
Quit worrying about these hoes and get
The fuck up out these dang
Yall don't hear me though
Clearly driving sideways in my lane
Can't none of you niggas enter in
This bitch the way I came
But feel me though
It's all about the paper and that change
That Range Rover
Hopping out them Bently's with them shades
It's heavy though, I'm ready thought
I'm cooking up my drank, got me feeling good
Ready to make some motha fucking bank
Like I knew we would

Float on
And put yo hands up to the sky when we ride
We be bout to float on, float on
Tell them people on the sidelines be quiet
We finna float on
Wave bye till them niggas, float on
Wave bye till them bitches, float on
Sideline niggas wish they was on
They just mad we about to float on

Hold on, before we go
Finna re-up on some donja
Cause, I need to get that dro
Do you smoke? lets take a toast
And watch a couple as we roll
Watch out for the Five-O coming to get us
We need Swishers, stop at the sto'
Never mind
I decide to grab the executive branch
Walk up in the party
Showin' out and wavin' my hands
Finna get wilted and tilted
I'll just stay with my friends
Get one of these hoes to stay the night
And I'll get licked if I can
Just another Cali weekend with me and my camp
Party poppin', beat shocking
Bass beating through amps and she danced


Freaks in the living room jockin' my squad
Cops banging on the door
Party knocking too hard
Elk Grove bitches parking on the
Block in new cars
South Sac hood bitches fighting in the garage
They playing Beez in the Trap
Slumpin' Nicki Minaj
Told em hit me with some Feral
Never seen me go hard
They all gazing like they ain't
Never seen no stars
I'm off 4 different vodka's
With these 4 broads
Shawty ass keep showing when she sitting
That thong we gettin' hella cross faded got
Her hittin' this bong
But the point I'm tryna make is
That we'll be gettin it on
And they ain't leaving till six in the monin'