MIKE, Tdot Illdude - California lyrics

I just got a brand new phone number
If you ain't talkin' 'bout business
Got the wrong number
Off tour for the whole summer
Fuck a homecoming
Told mama she gon' have her own coming
Oh yeah and I just got a brand new bitch
She match the wheels cause she foreign
Once she see a line she either
Skip it or she snort it never spitting lies
I just live it then record it
Ooh lawdy, back room at Bootsy Bellows
The owner come and get us
Tell 'em put us right here
Across the way from the Jenners, nah
Never been a storyteller
Always been the type of dude if
I want it I'mma get it
That's why I'm heading to
California, house up in the hills
This is how it feels out in California
I got it, I got it
And that's why I'm out in California
California, California, California
I got it, I got it
And that's why I'm out in California

I just got a brand new phone number
If you ain't talkin' 'bout this
Money got the wrong number
Real shit, counting blue hundreds
Saw something she want the wood
It's understood I give the long lumber
I could get a new bitch if she a log jumper
California bitches crazy but I fuck with 'em
Keep a nigga on his grind if I wanna shine
Pull up on Fairfax, hop out at the dock
Enter through the kitchen like
The fucking mop
Politicking about my mission to
The fucking top poolside I just tanned it
With a sexy Spaniard
And I can barely understand her
Out in California

House up in the hills, this is how it feels
Out in California i got it, I got it
And that's why I'm out in California
California, California, California
I got it, I got it
And that's why I'm out in California