Bel Air
The Rollie drive two ways
On the two way drive
2 am on the 405
Can't go out tonight
Let's do Instagram live
Walk around the house is an exercise
Existential wealth is essential
Don't look at me
With that face so resentful
The journey's living up to full potential
Call me Playa Del Rey yeah eventful
Written in stone fuck a pencil
All this money is not accidental
Holiday I'm so ornamental
My house monumental it's a temple
Don't you wish
You could party with us
In the hills just us
All the money and lust
Out in this city
Gotta keep it real
I could never go
And catch a bitch's feels
You'll go off script
To be the centre of attention
But when you want something
You'll repeat my lesson
I want a frenchie, never a tiger
I love my job never retire
I'm not a crook don't call me a liar
I am more honest than you admire yeah
My car electric fuck a Ferrar
This thing a rocket go to the stars
My flow too sick it's a walk in the park
We are too sick to walk in the park
You think I look like an oligarch
I am unusual
The feeling is mutual, yeah yeah
Written in stone fuck a pencil
All this money is not accidental
Holiday I'm so ornamental
My house monumental it's a temple
Don't you wish
You could party with us
In the hills just us
All the money and lust
Out in this city
Gotta keep it real
I could never go
And catch a bitch's feels
Go on breathe that new California air
Ocean breeze running through your hair
I'm a lion in the land of the snakes
Your boy came down from the Great Lake
On the two way drive
2 am on the 405
Can't go out tonight
Let's do Instagram live
Walk around the house is an exercise
Existential wealth is essential
Don't look at me
With that face so resentful
The journey's living up to full potential
Call me Playa Del Rey yeah eventful
Written in stone fuck a pencil
All this money is not accidental
Holiday I'm so ornamental
My house monumental it's a temple
Don't you wish
You could party with us
In the hills just us
All the money and lust
Out in this city
Gotta keep it real
I could never go
And catch a bitch's feels
You'll go off script
To be the centre of attention
But when you want something
You'll repeat my lesson
I want a frenchie, never a tiger
I love my job never retire
I'm not a crook don't call me a liar
I am more honest than you admire yeah
My car electric fuck a Ferrar
This thing a rocket go to the stars
My flow too sick it's a walk in the park
We are too sick to walk in the park
You think I look like an oligarch
I am unusual
The feeling is mutual, yeah yeah
Written in stone fuck a pencil
All this money is not accidental
Holiday I'm so ornamental
My house monumental it's a temple
Don't you wish
You could party with us
In the hills just us
All the money and lust
Out in this city
Gotta keep it real
I could never go
And catch a bitch's feels
Go on breathe that new California air
Ocean breeze running through your hair
I'm a lion in the land of the snakes
Your boy came down from the Great Lake
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Writer(s): Riley Ellery
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