Florida Boy (Remix) [feat. Wiz Khalifa]

Uh (Dog), uh (Thanks Yakree)

222 (Dog, yeah), 222 (Dog), I'ma step a few (Dog)

222 (Dog, uh), 222 (Dog, it's Wizzle, hahaha)

I'ma step a few (Yeah), I'ma step a few (Dog)

I ain't gettin' on the plane 'less my gang in

Customs wanna check my bag 'cause my chain in it

Said they want that old Wiz, but I'm the same ****

You could have a billion dollars and still be a lame ****

I'm Picasso with the pot flow, I just paint pictures

Smoke weed every day, once out the month, I drink liquor

When I switch the lane it might look like my paint drippin'

Dank twistin', lookin' for her 'cause your bae missin'

Poppin' rubber bands and poppin' Chrome tags

Hoppin' off the jet, that's why I'm jet lagged

Show my passport, then I'm movin' past

BMF, I'm blowin' marijuana fast

Even if they tell me not to, I'ma smoke

Got my money up, I'm never goin' broke

Wake and bake, soon as I wake, I gotta smoke

Come to Kush, I'm the G.O.A.T., I could teach you how to roll

Matte black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes (Switchin' lanes)

Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (Skii)

Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing (On God)

Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Make it rain)

Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang (Ugh)

Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (Ice)

I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane

I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (They know my name)

If you ain't about your bag, then stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)

I need a money counter, this shit on the floor (Floor)

Takin' pictures with my fans in the corner store (Yeah)

This the life all these **** really dreamin' for (No cap)

This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (In that mode)

This that get-money music, don't listen if you're broke (If you're broke)

This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road (Beat the road)

This that shit that make a **** feel like "fuck these hoes" (Fuck these hoes)

You ain't never talkin' money, keep your mouth closed (Mouth closed)

Chase some money, ****, and stop chasin' clout 'fore you run into a drought, bro (Yeah)

Let these hoes trick him, now that **** 'bout broke, huh, yeah (Dumb-ass ****)

Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes (Switchin' lanes)

Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (A lot of chains)

Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing (Can't see a thing)

Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Can make it rain)

Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang (Ugh)

Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (On God)

I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane (On a plane)

I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (Skii)

This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (Yeah)

This that get-money music, don't listen if you're broke (If you're broke)

This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road (The road)

This that shit that make a **** feel like fuck these hoes

Feel like fuck these hoes

This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road

Yeah, don't listen if you're broke