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Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' Flowin' baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everything foreign It's lit Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' I just made a play, go bring the bag in Pray for my lil' homies they so savage They say it's so lonely at the top Shit, reason all my people at the spot I don't want no pussy, just the top I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top I can't ever let you niggas box me If I do, I'm going out like Rocky Couple pretty pieces in my driveway I can't let the drama in my mind space Thinkin' 'bout my future, so my kid's straight Living life like everyday a holiday Put that on my dawg though, we been at the condo Me and Cali Kush can go together, that's a combo Yeah, goddamn, probly' with the fam' If she got that jelly, this a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) If she got that jelly, this a muthafuckin' jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, and we vibin' Out in Miami, I've been whipin' on Collins Speakin' of struggle, you don't know nothin' 'bout it Speakin' of struggle, you don't know nothin' 'bout it Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' I just made play, go bring the bag in Pray for my lil' homies they so savage They say it's so lonely at the top Shit, reason all my people at the spot I don't want no pussy, just the top I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top Coolin' in the A Hit 'em with the game, and we off the chain Coolin' wit some things Saint Laurent the frames Swirvin' out the lane Catch ya' lady slippin' I'm gon' beat her out the frame Don't promote the violence Made our way from Broward Grippin' so much sauce, I might need a towel I can't hold my bowels, shittin' on you cowards You can still be pussy with that money and that power Ayy, I got the money on my mind Money on my line I need every dime If it's me or you bitch, I'm gon' make it every time Cheffin' in the kitchen, these are culinary rhymes (ayy) And we vibin' Out in L.A. I got the neighborhood watchin' We out in Broward, we gon' stop by the projects Keep a hundred, stack your money the concept Cali for the week Rodeo drivin' Homie brought us smoke, ok we vibin' I just made play, go bring the bag in Pray for my lil' homies they so savage They say it's so lonely at the top Shit, reason all my people at the spot I don't want no pussy, just the top I pull out that bird and drop the top, top, top, top
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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