B.A.R. lyrics

by

Empire of the Sun


[Intro]
f*ck hoes everywhere we go
Taylor Gang, paper planes
Uh, they loving what I say
Tell her keep count
What you other n*ggas speak 'bout

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini dreams
Beach house wishes
Pour bottles of champagne
For my beach house b*tches
It ain't new to me, that money, boy, I been 'bout
Throwing hundreds on the floor, I tell her keep count
n*gga, they in love with what I say
'Cause I really live the life you other n*ggas speak 'bout
Got my cameraman
He down to do a movie for me
Couple n*ggas 'round
That's down to do the shooting for me
I'm still riding with my main b*tch
She rolling a joint
Something old school playing
She love me, we f*cking
We in the fly-free zone
When some n*ggas will captain-save-it
I let her shop 'til she drop dead
Sleeping in her crib
Wake up to decent pot plant
Jordan shorts and a pair of Polo socks, blazing
With your b*tch
You wanna lift, smoke this
[Hook]
I'm glad to be here, I been waiting
So long...
I finally found me a cloud to
Float on...
And I'mma float on...
And I don't have much
But I take all I got
And that's what I give
What I get in return
Is the money I earn
And the life I live
I'm so gone
As I burn after rolling
And float on...

[Verse 2]
Don't talk numbers
I hire people to speak for me
If you love her
Then hide your b*tch so you keep shorty
Ever fly private?
So much diamonds in my chain
Hella sky mileage
I fell asleep on a plane
And never woke up
And now I'm living a dream
Suckas hate hard
Hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna live comfortably
Sipping on champagne
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
So drama is not a thing
I gave my momma the old sh*t
Told her anything that come through the door, to open the whole clip
I'm with your b*tch smoking
Let her keep the mid, I'mma roll this potent
Hotel so close to the water
You can even hear the ocean
Them b*tches can't breathe
Beware them n*ggas with tattoo sleeves
Plus weed
(Gang)
[Hook]
I'm glad to be here, I been waiting
So long...
I finally found me a cloud to
Float on...
And I'mma float on...
And I don't have much
But I take all I got
And that's what I give
What I get in return
Is the money I earn
And the life I live
I'm so gone
As I burn after rolling
And float on...

[Verse 3]
Wanna smoke 'cause they know that I keep flavors
Tell me how them other n*ggas lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she f*cking with the Taylors
Wear All-Stars and smoke papers
IPhone with no ringtones
Vibrate or on plane mode
Palm trees, and bomb pre-rolled
The weed burning, but the money just fold
While I'm looking at you n*ggas face
Light another L, and pull the liquor out the case
n*ggas try and fail, see me, now they wanna hate
Fly another plane, a different city, 'nother state
My cash change the forecast
As a teen was half-baked before class
Now I smoke joints with others n*ggas' hoes
And this sh*t you burn after you roll
Fool
[Hook]
I'm glad to be here, I been waiting
So long...
I finally found me a cloud to
Float on...
And I'mma float on...
And I don't have much
But I take all I got
And that's what I give
What I get in return
Is the money I earn
And the life I live
I'm so gone
As I burn after rolling
And float on...
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