My Gal

I-I-I know, sometimes I feel real to
But that's okay, that's okay

Said she need a man, for what?
She got a couple bands
She said she don't need a man for nothin'
But let me pay for somethin'
Oh, you're poppin', oh
You get stressed out, you take ten bands, and go shoppin' off
That Chanel bag got these chickens hurtin'
You called me cute, though, you ain't think I heard it

Still, tryna find you, you said you tryna find your purpose
Truly, I would FaceTime, but the hills don't got no service
Left hand got the Rollie and it's rose gold
I stand on everything, I'm ten toes (hold on, hold on, 'cause-)
Who you know?
From my city, doin' better than Simi

Who you know?
From my city, who got rich in their '20s?
Is you tryna let me work that night shift?
You sip on it, and I just guide it, oh
Got some ganja here, nuff vices, no
And you know, I love it how you ride it, so



Credits
Writer(s): Lance Anthony Reid
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