Nobody too cool, your big homie Rob

You know what it is, it's Rob Markman on Twitter

Send all your hate mail

You know how we do it

Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us

'Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us

And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay

Rolling up by myself, trying to find a way

Floating away, floating away

Floating away, floating away

I swear I got so high, last night I don't even remember goin' to sleep

But I do know that these Louis' go with my feet

And the critics, they feel how my lyrics do go over beats

Twenty-K shoppin' when dude go overseas

Smokin' weed in the most expensive suite

Even though we ain't supposed to be livin' anywhere close to these people

How they gon' hate on me, I got more bread than most of these people

Don't wish death on my enemies, I pour a toast for 'em

And keep positive energy and hella smoke for 'em

Bombay and high-grade liquor for my ****

Never seen a Ghost in person, now she ridin' in one

Never seen a Ghost in person, cost me five figures

That's like fifty Gs a person if you ridin' with us

To the sky's limits, roll some weed, and get high with winners

My **** eating when it's time for dinner

Gettin' paid's just a regular thing to us

'Cause if it ain't gettin' money, it's strange to us

And if you don't wanna smoke, you ain't gotta pay

Rolling up by myself, trying to find a way

Floating away, floating away

Floating away, floating away