L.A.
Iss ya boi
Aye
That's LA
This song right here is a classic
Yeah
Let's go
LA stand up
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
For work or for pleasure
For beautiful weather
Came out to the desert
She lookin for treasure
Her parents said never
Now she in the backseat
Of an uber going southeast
To see her sugar daddy in Brentwood
She stay in the valley
Dancing in the evenings
Baby momma doing OnlyFans to pay off her degree
I don't blame her
Go and do what you gets you by financially
Matter fact
Let a playa go and earn your loyalty
She want Vuitton, Dior, Gucci, Chanel
She want Celine, Balenciaga, YSL
She want that first class BBL up in the hills
She don't love you homie she just want your dollar bills
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
Special K for breakfast
Shawty know more dealers than a bottle waitress
She gon need to prove that she's invested
Cause I won't fuck a bitch that doesn't block her exes
Came for Hollywood
Leaving with fifty-percent
She's a ten but she's the type to be at every event
How the fuck you think she's traveling to Paris again
How the fuck you think she came up on that diamond baguette
She want Vuitton, Dior, Gucci, Chanel
She want Celine, Balenciaga, YSL
She want that first class BBL up in the hills
She don't love you homie she just want your dollar bills
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
Aye
That's LA
This song right here is a classic
Yeah
Let's go
LA stand up
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
For work or for pleasure
For beautiful weather
Came out to the desert
She lookin for treasure
Her parents said never
Now she in the backseat
Of an uber going southeast
To see her sugar daddy in Brentwood
She stay in the valley
Dancing in the evenings
Baby momma doing OnlyFans to pay off her degree
I don't blame her
Go and do what you gets you by financially
Matter fact
Let a playa go and earn your loyalty
She want Vuitton, Dior, Gucci, Chanel
She want Celine, Balenciaga, YSL
She want that first class BBL up in the hills
She don't love you homie she just want your dollar bills
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
Special K for breakfast
Shawty know more dealers than a bottle waitress
She gon need to prove that she's invested
Cause I won't fuck a bitch that doesn't block her exes
Came for Hollywood
Leaving with fifty-percent
She's a ten but she's the type to be at every event
How the fuck you think she's traveling to Paris again
How the fuck you think she came up on that diamond baguette
She want Vuitton, Dior, Gucci, Chanel
She want Celine, Balenciaga, YSL
She want that first class BBL up in the hills
She don't love you homie she just want your dollar bills
Make it rain yeah
Playas game yeah
She gon leave her man yeah
That's LA
Yeah she gon leave her man for that pocket change
Yeah she gon leave her man for that diamond chain
Where you raised
Outta state
Came here with no plan yeah
That's LA
Yeah she came to trap where the playas play
Oh she gon fuck for fame yeah
She gon fuck for fame yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Remy By
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