Calabasas

Yeah I'm flexin, wit my new bag
I went to Neimans, copped the new Rags'
You niggas hatin, and it's so sad

She say she in love, but she tired of me
But I don't give a fuck, I got my money
And the score is 1-1, you know we tied homie
And we walk around with guns, I got a whole army
And it go one, two, three four, bitches that was on my phone
Five, six, seven eight, niggas that jus wanna hate
It go nine, ten, eleven twelve, I'ma give that boy some hell
And it go thirteen, fourteen fifteen, pull up with the choppa and it hold a 50

Lick her up and throw it out, lately I've been pouring up alone
Why yo bitch keep callin, lately she's been hittin on my phone
Lately I've been ballin, shawty like a dog to the bone
Pour that Henny up, then I send the shots to your dome
Lick her up and throw it out, lately I've been pouring up alone
Why yo bitch keep callin, lately she's been hittin on my phone
Lately I've been ballin, shawty like a dog to the bone
Pour that Henny up, then I send the shots to your dome
Big racks, gang, big stacks
Count the money and show me the car, fast
These niggas some quacks, they might need Affleck
Give them what they want, like a duck I carry this track
I'm a man of action
Guess that's why my line it came with some compaction
If they run up then my gun it start to clap them
Cause every action means an opposite reaction
And if you fuck with me, your gang gon start subtractin'
Don't be a fool, I keep this tool, God damn I'm never lackin
I'm shining brighter then a jewel, no ain't talkin' the rapper
Used to smoke that shit in school, now I just get paid to talk, now I just get paid to talk
Lick her up and throw it out, lately I've been pouring up alone
Why yo bitch keep callin, lately she's been hittin on my phone
Lately I've been ballin, shawty like a dog to the bone
Pour that Henny up, then I send the shots to your dome