Wake up to the cleanin´ lady knockin´ and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
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 need a price the bottle
I promise my weed exotic, all my tree is fire, when you see me I´m just

Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I´m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I´m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating

Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don´t believe, come to my house and see
I´ll be high, I´ll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, New York smokin´ sour D
Detroit bubba kush, ATL is OG
Ask my nigga Berner, err´body know me
Out in Amsterdam, Wizzle smokin´ overseas
I´m gon´ hit this bong for anyone who smoke trees!

Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I´m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic

Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I´m just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating