Moonwalking in Calabasas (Koba LaD Remix)

Ballin' since I was a jit

Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits

I had a goal to get rich

Mama was strugglin' paying the rent

I couldn't help her with shit

Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch

Car broke down, can't fix that shit

I cried at night, I'll admit that shit

02', old, I'll whip that bitch

She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch

If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch

Old friends like, "How you get that lit?"

Same old me but they think I switched

Fuck old friends, I don't know that bitch

Racks too big, can't fold that shit

I ain't get nuttin' when I owned that shit

Mama, I told you we gon' be okay

Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A.

Tryna thank God but I don't know what to say

Même si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas d'vie

Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout

Même si des fois, c'était dur

Regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible

Fallait qu'je deale pour manger

Que je deale pour m'habiller

Que j're-deale pour manger

J'suis plus dans l'deal

Mais c'est moi qui vient livrer

Si y a moyen de gratter

Ça a d'jà crié : « Pu »

Avant qu'la porte latérale droite elle s'ouvre, mon frère

Oh

Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson

Moonwalking through the Calabasas

Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet

Just in case a **** want some action, mmh

Got some millions but it's just a fraction

Spendin' money for my satisfaction

Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons

Back when I dropped, they don't post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

All good though, I'ma note that shit

When I blow you'll owe me bitch

Humble ass **** but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as fuck)

Fuck that shit, I know I'm lit

If we beef, I fuck your bitch

All of the **** I beef on the internet

I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet

Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back

Do it in silence, 'cause players ain't in to that

No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh

She said your dick game was so-so

And she had told me your bro-oke, that's tough

Mais j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère, il fume en scred

J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute

Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon ça va rien changer

Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags

Et un appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, eh)

Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy

She want dick, she needy, freaky

I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini

She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (Yeah)

Make me a wish no genie, genie

Vanish on **** just like Houdini

Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson

Moonwalking through the Calabasas

Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet

Just in case a **** want some action, mmh

Got some millions but it's just a fraction

Spendin' money for my satisfaction

Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons

Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons

I feel like Michael Jackson

Moonwalking through the Calabasas