BAE 2 LA (feat. OCT16 & Eric Tucker)
I said I met that girl in Oakland
I can tell by what she's smokin
She said she got that latto
Make me feel like I hit the lotto
Said I met that girl in Frisco
But they call that shit the city
I don't really know
But everywhere I go
Them hoes be lookin' pretty
Said I met that girl in Berkeley
What she did, it kinda worked me
The way she put it on me
Up and down, round and round
Got a nigga comin' back hurtin
Said I met her in the rich
That nickel-dime shit
You can tell a real bitch when you see one
From Vallejo to Alameda
You know I love the Bay
Said I met her out in Inglewood
My hotel out in Westwood
I always smoke the best good
West Coast shit I always smoke when I'm drivin
West Coast shit I always smoke when I'm ridin'
No top on the Jeep when I'm vibin
LAX flyin'
Rams and the Niners
Frontline gold chain shinin
Said I met her out in Compton
She know I had it poppin
I think she from LA
She know I'm from the bay
Said she love my gold bottoms
She beggin' me to stay
Shawty got a flight the same day
Straight from SFO to Marina Del Rey
Brunch in Palisades
Secret Sundays
Resort Pass in Hollywood and that's just spring break
Baby, you got that thing that I like
See your face and it's made for a flight
She said she from the bay
But she down in LA
She only here for the night
She never been here before
Dinner right on the shore
Do you wanna explore
She never felt it this way
Now she beggin' to stay
From the bay to LA, yeah
I can tell by what she's smokin
She said she got that latto
Make me feel like I hit the lotto
Said I met that girl in Frisco
But they call that shit the city
I don't really know
But everywhere I go
Them hoes be lookin' pretty
Said I met that girl in Berkeley
What she did, it kinda worked me
The way she put it on me
Up and down, round and round
Got a nigga comin' back hurtin
Said I met her in the rich
That nickel-dime shit
You can tell a real bitch when you see one
From Vallejo to Alameda
You know I love the Bay
Said I met her out in Inglewood
My hotel out in Westwood
I always smoke the best good
West Coast shit I always smoke when I'm drivin
West Coast shit I always smoke when I'm ridin'
No top on the Jeep when I'm vibin
LAX flyin'
Rams and the Niners
Frontline gold chain shinin
Said I met her out in Compton
She know I had it poppin
I think she from LA
She know I'm from the bay
Said she love my gold bottoms
She beggin' me to stay
Shawty got a flight the same day
Straight from SFO to Marina Del Rey
Brunch in Palisades
Secret Sundays
Resort Pass in Hollywood and that's just spring break
Baby, you got that thing that I like
See your face and it's made for a flight
She said she from the bay
But she down in LA
She only here for the night
She never been here before
Dinner right on the shore
Do you wanna explore
She never felt it this way
Now she beggin' to stay
From the bay to LA, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan White, Kristophe Lewis - Malone, Eric Tucker
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