clouds
M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music (Maybach Music)
V12 The Hitman
This some boss shit right here
Huh
I wanna kiss your mind, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud, ay
Let me taste your thoughts, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud
DJ Drama
Rozay
Last night I fell asleep countin' a million cash
Life wild, I only smile when I see my stash
Large yacht, fast money, she need a slow cruise
Cigar, Cîroc, her nigga old news
Old money always put me on my new shit
Hermes ahead on my to-do list
Rollin' up the loud, take a walk on the clouds
Take a look at my niggas, young, rich, and we wild
Ain't no bitches allowed, actin' like snitchin' in style
Got this gold on my neck, we teachin' new principles now
Startin' the Lotus, revvin' the motors
Walk on a cloud and I'm second to no one
Maybach Music
I wanna kiss your mind, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud
Oh, that what that feel like?
Ay
You know, closest full of thousand dollar shoes and shit
Let me taste your thoughts, babe
It feel like you walkin' on clouds, huh?
Let's take a walk on a cloud
Haha, yeah
Just tell 'em courtesy of King Push
Uh
I got you walkin' on cloud nine
Yeah, your shoe collection now crowds mine, uh
You only second to my first love, haha
We'll just refer to her as alpine
Alpina, the B7 on each headin'
Like you ridin' in first class to reach Heaven, woo
Close enough to see the gates open
Waterfront, you don't wonder if the lakes open (Life)
Balconies have you bent over (Love)
Chanel samples bein' sent over, uh
Shit, I swear that she was born for me
Right, just keep it tight and keep it warm for me
Push
I wanna kiss your mind, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud, ay
Soon as I heard this one, I told Drama I'ma get it right back to 'em
Let me taste your thoughts, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud
That's where we wonder
I could never go broke, what my name is? (What my name is?)
I'm a brand, I'm a man who became rich (Who became rich)
New cars, new crib, but I ain't switch (Ain't switch)
The same old niggas I been with
Got this loot together sayin' ones gon' spend it
Circle of winners, baby girl, I done brung you in it
No iPhone pictures, you gotta live off memory
Pop the hood, I show you the engine
Roll through my old hood, put you up on my history
Smoke joints with my niggas and catch stunts on them bum ass niggas
I don't deal with, we done caught fire
Now them suckas catchin' feelings but they can't reach us
We in the God ceilings, cathedral-style homes
Rosaries in my Rolls Royce, God put me on
Rollin' somethin' choice, lightin' up raw cones
She never won' come down, I promise her she won't
I wanna kiss your mind, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud, ay
Let me taste your thoughts, babe
Let's take a walk on a cloud