YG, DOM KENNEDY - Cali Living lyrics

Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!

I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up

Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by
The stash on the shelf
Ya money too short nigga yous a elf
Seen you the other day
You was looking like you could use some help
Just got a check, finna shop now
Walk in the store, blow the whole stock down
My mix tape dropped who hot now
Oh that's ya bitch the one I knocked down
Yea I'm a Fly nigga but this comp-town
Disrespect the clique you get knocked up
If you come back trippin'
One of yo goons getting knocked down
Aye I am a fly nigga, fly nigga
Aye so I'm a keep it pressy
Yea that's my nigga
Yea I'm smoking young 40's
She said she bought a 40
I'm fucking with this bitch she say she 40
Told her my age, that's the reason she stay?
Shit, probably cause she's seen that Rolley
Got an issue nigga come press us
My grandmama said the Lord gone bless us
We ain't no students, don't test us
'Cause that 9 bust more than my left nut
Yea, all my niggas with the extras
Like movie clips and $400 air max
YSL, Flight club, or diamond store on Fairfax

I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up

This money
Pursue that you the man I never knew that
I walked up
My car start she asks me how you do that
Nino Brown to the new Jacks
Head nigga of the new school
But I'm in another class
Spend old money on my new school
Yea two hoes, that's three bottles
Don't call if you don't swallow
Cute girls that roll weed
Yeah that's my type of role models
YG, that's four fingers niggas
Making six figures
We got all the bitches nigga
You got all the bitch niggas
Pusha Inc and OPM
Tell em' come and get with us
Versace pillows everywhere nigga come
And sit with us
I am not really flossing I am
Just talking what I've seen
It's not everyday you stuffing 20
000 in your jeans i make music I make money
Don't let nothing come between
I drink Hen not no lean
I get fresh like it's a routine
Yea she know I do my thing cause
I'm a legend in the west
If you gone bring your gun just
Make sure you got your vest yeah fuck nigga

I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She roll it up with no stem
I got my Louis bag duffled up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up