California Rari - Mike Will Made-It feat. Young Thug, Future & Problem

Young Thug, Future, Problem
Young Thug, Future, Problem
Ey man I just went to the ice bar and got me a pair of mothafucking uh... Ten thousand on the bracelets for my ears

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty
California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty
California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty
California Rari like the president
California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty
California Rari like the president
California Rari like the president
California Rari like the president
California Rari like the president
California Rari new president
California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

Where is my money? Pullin up gunnin
Automatic tommies, stomaches
I don't mash out with' nothing, 4 5 on 11
I got birds and they nestin (Gurrr)
Slime like reverend, [?]
I'm goin' in-, fluence
If she don't got class, that's truancy
My VV's are yellow, like Urine
I smoke me a blunt to the head, in bed, eat it
Ridin' lil bitch like a bike, propelling her pedals
Diamonds and [?] my ice so heavy, I been leavin' em dead
Diamonds on this niggas wrist and his ears and they got to be get
I don't give no fuck 'bout you little bitches, feel like you're dead
Bought me a coupe and I pulled the roof and I pulled off and I sped

To close to the money, my ice in the gutter
Fuck the fellony, I beat the charges
See me in a truck it's Maserati, all my passion is reachin' the masses
All this cash is right under my matress
I go smashin' all over the atlas, I go splashin right up with the action
All these bullets wrapped up in some plastic
30 Shots hold it right in the ratchet
All my mans are straight up and savage and shit
Sleep on fendi, I play with the badest
Easy money, these cars and these hoes and lights they be flashing
It's causing the madness
Come straight to my crib with no panties
She tryna be down with a bandage
For these bands I'm a take full advantage
When I up, I whip panoramic
Fuck the motive, just pass me a xanax
You just left me alone and abandoned
Shoulda known I was causing some damage
Al Capone I jump right in a Phantom
Had your mama on crack cause of service
I'm just living my life with a burden, I hop in a spur and I'm closing the curtain
As I look right in your eyes and you down in your soul I can tell that you hurting
You want the [?] you want soft you want hard you want kush you want molly that's perfect
Ricky-Ricky-Ricky James
Got a vicky made of change
Started grinding harder than I ever did before and then I got the fame

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Writer(s): Mike Will Made-it & Pnazty
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