Clouds

Lyrics

[Verse] I get geeked she call me cloud Three grams in this stout Sip that lean I'm out But you didn't help me out And I need you to hold me down And I need them M&M's Stack bread to the ceiling fan [?] need like ten bands At front row waiving them hands Back end again I'm counting Your petty ass check and allowance In the green room nigga still counting [?] lil bro bout it Hoes on my dick getting crowded Reaching ass niggas they fowling Water on the wrist I'm drowning Then go sit down with my accountant