"Floatin" lyrics
People swear they love me when I know they don't
Listenin' to fuck shit up, so overdrawn
Had to get money like the daddy lion
Used to tryna make your way and put you on the town, whoa
The talk is long, and I ain't doin' favors
And I don't need 'em either, I gotta stay up
'Cause you know I can't sleep before I get the paper
Baby, fix your face up, rather get the makeup
Pick up the flavor, start dark but I'm not Jamaican, I'm serious
2018 in my bag, and I'm goin' ham again
Forty the cash, I pull the.40, and I'm the man again
I'm back trippin' like I'm text squeezin'
Yeah, they think they solid till they vest leakin', chest wheezin'
Always want the drama for a next reason
I just wanna kick it, boy, I'm Jet Li'in'
Floatin' on a wave like I'm jet skiin'
If we get into some beef, we should stay vegan, mean it
If you don't want these hands, you should know your place
Bitch, if you don't want dance, then get out the way
Noah Carter, real name, no fucking gimmick
Stepped up like the boy in the finesse
Mad fling, boss, I never been a genius
Cuff 'em, push 'em, white snow plow in the coldest winter
Handshakes and pictures, dawg, I'd rather not
I'm focused like a sniper when he blast a shot
Fresh off a comedown, yeah, this shit is real
Listenin' to Belly, Lullaby, and that's the way I feel
I don't mumble rap, and I don't fumble pass
I kick back and picture baddies like the Tumblr app
Baby, go and drop it if she off the juice
Coupe suicidal, man, that's off the roof
Whole P.O. gathered, that ain't nothin' new
If I teach you how to class, that's a substitute
I told McCoy, need a song to loop
And I'ma do what I do, yeah
Listenin' to fuck shit up, so overdrawn
Had to get money like the daddy lion
Used to tryna make your way and put you on the town, whoa
The talk is long, and I ain't doin' favors
And I don't need 'em either, I gotta stay up
'Cause you know I can't sleep before I get the paper
Baby, fix your face up, rather get the makeup
Pick up the flavor, start dark but I'm not Jamaican, I'm serious
2018 in my bag, and I'm goin' ham again
Forty the cash, I pull the.40, and I'm the man again
I'm back trippin' like I'm text squeezin'
Yeah, they think they solid till they vest leakin', chest wheezin'
Always want the drama for a next reason
I just wanna kick it, boy, I'm Jet Li'in'
Floatin' on a wave like I'm jet skiin'
If we get into some beef, we should stay vegan, mean it
If you don't want these hands, you should know your place
Bitch, if you don't want dance, then get out the way
Noah Carter, real name, no fucking gimmick
Stepped up like the boy in the finesse
Mad fling, boss, I never been a genius
Cuff 'em, push 'em, white snow plow in the coldest winter
Handshakes and pictures, dawg, I'd rather not
I'm focused like a sniper when he blast a shot
Fresh off a comedown, yeah, this shit is real
Listenin' to Belly, Lullaby, and that's the way I feel
I don't mumble rap, and I don't fumble pass
I kick back and picture baddies like the Tumblr app
Baby, go and drop it if she off the juice
Coupe suicidal, man, that's off the roof
Whole P.O. gathered, that ain't nothin' new
If I teach you how to class, that's a substitute
I told McCoy, need a song to loop
And I'ma do what I do, yeah
