SNOW... IN CALI
Me and my chains in the mic
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Bitch, I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his Yves Saint Laurent, but
He was just chilling at home, young recliner
Watch me laugh to the bank, it's hilarious
Put the world on my back, watch me carry this
Fuck my new Asian bitch, she Aquarius
Got them racks on the ground, bitch I buried it
Rest in piece Benjamin, bitch, I'm very rich
Three niggas, six guns, this scary shit
Matter fact, Audi red like the cherries is
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Niggas be hating, I don't give a fuck though
I seen ya' ho', but I heard she a slut though, woah
When I walk out the bank, I be counting my cash
You see a young nigga, just know I be splashing
My diamonds water, same color my Aston, yo' yo'
I'm smoking purp with them pumps in my mansion
I'm off a perc, so I hope I don't crash it, okay
Not talking cash? Nigga, no way
I don't wan' talk if it's not 'bout the cash
You swear you want problems, go worry 'bout a bag
This Dior from Paris, might fly out to France
You play too much, pussy, go play with them bands
The world almost over, so start armada
It's snowing in Cali, of course I wore Prada
Feds try to catch me, I ain't saying nada, zip
If shit get crazy, I shout out my shotta
Yo', yo'
I just skrrt off the lot in a new Bentley truck with the tints
Fuck you thought, I threw rims on 'em
I be worried 'bout my bag, not a bitch
If you think I'ma slip, I got chops with the things on 'em
My clip banana, go ape
All my shooters some killers with Bape
We just set up his block, put the tape on it
She fuck with the team just to taste on us
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Bitch, I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his Yves Saint Laurent, bruh
When I was 18, told my momma we'll never be hungry again
We ain't been hungry since then, shit
It's snowing in Cali now, ye
I brought the snow out to Cali now
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Bitch, I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his Yves Saint Laurent, but
He was just chilling at home, young recliner
Watch me laugh to the bank, it's hilarious
Put the world on my back, watch me carry this
Fuck my new Asian bitch, she Aquarius
Got them racks on the ground, bitch I buried it
Rest in piece Benjamin, bitch, I'm very rich
Three niggas, six guns, this scary shit
Matter fact, Audi red like the cherries is
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Niggas be hating, I don't give a fuck though
I seen ya' ho', but I heard she a slut though, woah
When I walk out the bank, I be counting my cash
You see a young nigga, just know I be splashing
My diamonds water, same color my Aston, yo' yo'
I'm smoking purp with them pumps in my mansion
I'm off a perc, so I hope I don't crash it, okay
Not talking cash? Nigga, no way
I don't wan' talk if it's not 'bout the cash
You swear you want problems, go worry 'bout a bag
This Dior from Paris, might fly out to France
You play too much, pussy, go play with them bands
The world almost over, so start armada
It's snowing in Cali, of course I wore Prada
Feds try to catch me, I ain't saying nada, zip
If shit get crazy, I shout out my shotta
Yo', yo'
I just skrrt off the lot in a new Bentley truck with the tints
Fuck you thought, I threw rims on 'em
I be worried 'bout my bag, not a bitch
If you think I'ma slip, I got chops with the things on 'em
My clip banana, go ape
All my shooters some killers with Bape
We just set up his block, put the tape on it
She fuck with the team just to taste on us
When I was 18, got my first check from rap, gave it right to my momma
Don't talk to police, we don't want no drama
Separate police from we, I love commas
Bitch, I'm from where they pick death for designer
Shot him right out of his Yves Saint Laurent, bruh
When I was 18, told my momma we'll never be hungry again
We ain't been hungry since then, shit
It's snowing in Cali now, ye
I brought the snow out to Cali now
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Writer(s): Joey Trap
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