Coast To Coast

[Intro]
Substantial lack of goldie jewellery, no entourage, no honeys. Clearly you're not a baller

[Hook]
Coast to coast, bitches do the most
Girl don't get too close
You know I'm married to the bread
I propose a toast
Uh, yeah, welcome to my crib
Can I be your host?
Coming down, off that, off that high
Gotta raise the dose

[Verse 1]
Chillin' in the cut, we don't want no drama
We just out here living
Fuck up the groove then we hit you with the llama
Psyche nah I'm only kidding
You can check the check I get paid by the comma
RattPack we on TV, V's up
Yeah you know we all fam, different mamas
Bitches put their hands all on us
I just wanna get down tonight
Get a couple bad bitches and I wanna fuck around tonight
And we can get lost and never found tonight
And every little thing and everybody gonna be alright, gonna be alright
Aw yeah, let's get it now
I'm the type of nigga that'll take your style just to make it better
Ain't that by the bitch, check the bank accounts, say whatever
I'm all about getting rich cause I work hard for everything I get
She twerk hard, she finna break my dick
And everybody bounce when they play my
Everybody wanna play my shit
Pretty girls all up in the house
Runnin' all around
Got enough weed in here to build a house
Now we 'bout to burn it down
Got so used to sleeping on the couch
Got a crib and I still do
Try talk up in us and it's gon' be out
My nigga we don't feel you

[Pre-Hook]
I just wanna get down tonight
Get a couple bad bitches and I wanna fuck around tonight
And we can get lost and never found tonight
And every little thing and everybody gonna be alright
Gonna be alright

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Stepped out, lookin' decked out
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me homie, I'm the best out
Only thing I need, have a brother feeling free
That's some music and some weed, when I'm stressed out
Remember when I slept on, out, on sight
Now I gotta deck on, out, on right
Give me time of day, nobody ever try
Now all these bitches all a sudden wanna be the bride
Fuck 'em all
Yeah, if they goosing I just duck 'em all
You know I don't need that ho
They be screaming, they be telling me they love me
I know they don't really mean that though
Everybody claiming that they 'bout it
I don't think I can believe that, no
So, I be chilling, super low key
Like the far left side of the piano
I know mother fucker don't know shit about music but they quick to leave a G flat
All you do is wanna talk about the shit that you've accomplished but I already achieved that
All these [?] be inviting me on some clone shit
That's the shit I don't get
So I just make records up in the studio
I kick bak, listen to my own shit

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]