Oliver Francis - ​cloud lyrics

Yeah, gang, gang, yeah
What's up bitches
It's your boy in this bitch bruh
I got pussy, I got money, I got hella bitches

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, bitch we 'bout to glow
Just to let you pussy know
I'm smoking dope in Tokyo
Popping bands in the trans
I am 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 pussy, 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 dick
Lean I, got a grip
I'm the shit
Word to Lil B
I'm a pretty bitch
Yeah, pretty white boy diamonds on
Me like I'm prince
Tranced out, fuck a P.O and a piss test
(Fuck a piss test)
Dope smokin' slow
I don't ever get stressed
Pussy so tight made me curl up in that shit
Think I'm in love with the bands
Think I'm in love with the cash
Think I'm in love with the
Pussy, the money, the weed
I'm addicted to Tec
Think I might run up a check
Canadian bitch 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