12 AM In Cali

(Yeahh)

6 AM just hopped on a flight, nigga
That's yo' rent
Just dropped it in a Sprite
Smoked a half of this 'za
I'm higher than a kite
'Trel got the Drac' on em
We ain't tryna fight, nigga
On Rodeo eating sushi with yo bitch
And you know she gave me coochie, nigga
You ain't getting money, nigga
What the fuck you doing
I can put a bitch to work, nigga
I be out here cooling, nigga
They killed my cousin, now I'm on that
Put a 20 on his head, where his home at
I'll find a nigga, and put a bullet where his throat at
They just unleashed a monster, nigga
I don't think they know that, nigga
And I put that shit on me
Balenciagas, I put 'em on my feet
You stressing for money
I can do it in my sleep
You niggas is hurt
Sit down and watch me eat, nigga
Been balling, you can ask my pops
Nigga ion hoop no mo'
We getting money now
Shit I'm like a firework they-, yehh
Shit I'm like a firework
They bout to watch me pop
Spent 10 in Saks, ain have no receipt
She just ate the whole dick
Now I call her a freak
Know it's some money round
She coming wit' me
And I'm acting like a bitch, ain fucking for free
6 AM just hopped on a flight, nigga
That's yo' rent
Just dropped it in a Sprite
Smoked a half of this 'za
I'm higher than a kite
'Trel got the Drac' on em
We ain't tryna fight, nigga
On Rodeo eating sushi with yo bitch
And you know she gave me coochie, nigga
You ain't getting money, nigga
What the fuck you doing
I can put a bitch to work, nigga
I be out here cooling, nigga
If ain have this money, she woun fuck me
I just got the head, I ain fuck her
Got it by myself, don't owe 'em nothing
You was up last year, now you struggling
Yehh, all in Calabasas, I just caught the package
Now I'm booling with yo bitch, and she call me daddy
But I just sent her on a fight
Nigga you can have her
Niggas killing over bitches
She din even matter
She gotta start from the bottom-, iight
She gotta start from the bottom
She gotta climb the ladder
Nigga I'm in Dallas ballin'
I am not a Maverick
Ain't no money in yo' pockets nigga
Why you sagging
That's over they head
I just popped 2 percs, I can't feel my legs
My young dog caught a hit
Had to cut his dreads
And we still out here thugging
Motherfuck the feds, nigga
6 AM just hopped on a flight, nigga
That's yo' rent
Just dropped it in a Sprite
Smoked a half of this 'za
I'm higher than a kite
'Trel got the Drac' on em
We ain't tryna fight, nigga
On Rodeo eating sushi with yo bitch
And you know she gave me coochie, nigga
You ain't getting money, nigga
What the fuck you doing
I can put a bitch to work, nigga
I be out here cooling



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Writer(s): Frank G
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