Calabasas II
Yo, wussup
It's been like two years, right?
He's not home right now?
Say less
Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some hits
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag home
I'm in the booth with some Gucci pajamas
She wanna stay in my crib in Calabasas
I've been up praying for this like a pastor
Had to stay focused, ignored all the chatter
Give me my check on a hard golden platter
I saw my ex and that ass getting fatter
Paid her a visit then I'm leaving right after
She asked if I loved her or not
Said the latter
That fufu lame shit we ain't with it
We throwing shots at your fitted
I just told Juanie "we chasing a mill"
He told me that "we gone get it"
Came a long long way from the trenches
I ain't do a lot of shit I can't mention
Now we popping out Polo, Givenchy
I got old hittas so do not tempt me
I had to pull up in a Bentley (Skr, skr)
Keep my windows tinted, can't see me
Love to fill these niggas with envy
Your baby in my dm she friendly
Real friendly
She a friend to me
One of many though, girlfriends to me
And her dress so revealing
And she been gone off the Hennessy
Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some hits
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag, bag, bag
Bow!
Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen
Let me a yerrr (Yerrr)
Yeah, Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag home
I need that Gucci that Gucci that Gucci
She want a baby, lil girl I ain't goofy
If she a baddie, I'll give her like two weeks
Look at my life and it look like a movie
I need that Prada that Prada that Prada
If you with me then that shit is an honor
She call me daddy, I ain't got a daughter
But she calling me like she thinks I'm her father
Woah, yeah, busting that shit to the floor
Ahh, yeah, she said that she wants it all
It's been like two years, right?
He's not home right now?
Say less
Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some hits
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag home
I'm in the booth with some Gucci pajamas
She wanna stay in my crib in Calabasas
I've been up praying for this like a pastor
Had to stay focused, ignored all the chatter
Give me my check on a hard golden platter
I saw my ex and that ass getting fatter
Paid her a visit then I'm leaving right after
She asked if I loved her or not
Said the latter
That fufu lame shit we ain't with it
We throwing shots at your fitted
I just told Juanie "we chasing a mill"
He told me that "we gone get it"
Came a long long way from the trenches
I ain't do a lot of shit I can't mention
Now we popping out Polo, Givenchy
I got old hittas so do not tempt me
I had to pull up in a Bentley (Skr, skr)
Keep my windows tinted, can't see me
Love to fill these niggas with envy
Your baby in my dm she friendly
Real friendly
She a friend to me
One of many though, girlfriends to me
And her dress so revealing
And she been gone off the Hennessy
Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some hits
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag, bag, bag
Bow!
Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen
Let me a yerrr (Yerrr)
Yeah, Louie V carpet all up in my room
Now I can't wait to go back home
I peep lil shawty right up from the jump
Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone
I'm in the studio cooking some
A young nigga feelin' like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag home
I need that Gucci that Gucci that Gucci
She want a baby, lil girl I ain't goofy
If she a baddie, I'll give her like two weeks
Look at my life and it look like a movie
I need that Prada that Prada that Prada
If you with me then that shit is an honor
She call me daddy, I ain't got a daughter
But she calling me like she thinks I'm her father
Woah, yeah, busting that shit to the floor
Ahh, yeah, she said that she wants it all
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Writer(s): Bryce Thompson
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