E.D.I. Mean, Billy Dee, Berner - PCH lyrics
[E.D.I. Mean, Billy Dee, Berner - PCH lyrics]
(Old man eighties) oG
Crushed grapes for my glass to the very top
This shit too easy my nigga
why would we ever stop (Stop)
Wake up early and do whatever I please
Ocean breeze all in my bitches weave (O oh)
The shit that I'm smokin' is all green
(All green)
Them direct deposit's stay all clean
(All clean)
This life that we livin' seem like a dream
And if it is, don't wake me
Just let me breathe (yeah)
I got money on my mind, mostly all the time
(All the time) and I don't waste time
So I'm steady on the grind (On the grind)
My homie said
Take ya time 'n' smell the roses
I be too busy puttin' up
Numbers for my dead soldiers (Soldiers)
Gold chains, hangin' from my frame
(Hangin' from my frame)
Dark shades, just to hide the pain
(Hide the pain)
We hop on flights to get away
But we never go far 'cause we love it in LA
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Smokin' good and ridin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Ridin' good and smokin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Oh! Ridin' down memory lane
California weed, made ya boy go global
How you turn a m into thirty
Homie let me show you (Let me show you)
We pullin' bags out
Flexin' all the new flavors
Livin' room table covered in dirty blue paper
(From the cash) if Edi say he need me
I'm on the first thang smokin'
Five hour flight, starin' at the ocean
(At the ocean)
Phone goin' crazy, puttin' players in motion
(Don't make you players)
He needed one eighty
I told him I would float him
(Let's get paid) well into the small pants
And tight ass chains' (Hah)
For the bust so watch now, white tee
No stain (No Stain)
My main bitch look like Selina (Who?)
Bulletproof beemers, and sold out arenas
(C'mon)
I grew up on shit like this, this the vibe
La divide the room smell like bizz
(Smell like piss)
I'm slidin' down sunset (Sunset)
I'm rich, I ain't done yet (Done yet)
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Smokin' good and ridin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Ridin' good and smokin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Oh! Ridin' down memory lane
Crushed grapes for my glass to the very top
This shit too easy my nigga
why would we ever stop (Stop)
Wake up early and do whatever I please
Ocean breeze all in my bitches weave (O oh)
The shit that I'm smokin' is all green
(All green)
Them direct deposit's stay all clean
(All clean)
This life that we livin' seem like a dream
And if it is, don't wake me
Just let me breathe (yeah)
I got money on my mind, mostly all the time
(All the time) and I don't waste time
So I'm steady on the grind (On the grind)
My homie said
Take ya time 'n' smell the roses
I be too busy puttin' up
Numbers for my dead soldiers (Soldiers)
Gold chains, hangin' from my frame
(Hangin' from my frame)
Dark shades, just to hide the pain
(Hide the pain)
We hop on flights to get away
But we never go far 'cause we love it in LA
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Smokin' good and ridin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Ridin' good and smokin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Oh! Ridin' down memory lane
California weed, made ya boy go global
How you turn a m into thirty
Homie let me show you (Let me show you)
We pullin' bags out
Flexin' all the new flavors
Livin' room table covered in dirty blue paper
(From the cash) if Edi say he need me
I'm on the first thang smokin'
Five hour flight, starin' at the ocean
(At the ocean)
Phone goin' crazy, puttin' players in motion
(Don't make you players)
He needed one eighty
I told him I would float him
(Let's get paid) well into the small pants
And tight ass chains' (Hah)
For the bust so watch now, white tee
No stain (No Stain)
My main bitch look like Selina (Who?)
Bulletproof beemers, and sold out arenas
(C'mon)
I grew up on shit like this, this the vibe
La divide the room smell like bizz
(Smell like piss)
I'm slidin' down sunset (Sunset)
I'm rich, I ain't done yet (Done yet)
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Smokin' good and ridin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Tell me what the shit remind you of
Type of shit that got you vibin' love
Ridin' down memory lane
Ridin' good and smokin' luxury
Fuck with me, baby ridin' down memory lane
Oh! Ridin' down memory lane