Hollywood
Zoé $torm
GENRE
Yeah! Yeah!
Whoo!
(Cartier throw that drip on the beat)
I woke up, Hollywood
(Ayo dxrkmatter drop that shit foo)
I woke up in Hollywood, I had breakfast in my bed
People searching for the fame, but I made money instead
If you speaking on my name I cut you off, to me you dead
And I know y’all niggas lame, you be speaking to the feds
And I know it’s in her brain, all this money in her head
Why she calling on my phone, I hit decline and leave her read
I’ma feed my boys some bread, put some monеy on your head
And I heard that shit you said, they gonе pull up leave you red, yeah
Y’all can’t drip like this, all these VV’s make my diamonds glist
Living life like too blessed, all these hunnids stack up to a brick
Louis, Gucci, Prada, and Balmain, I been mixed drip
I be riding the foreigners that you niggas pay rent
I just rocked a show for a check, just got my money sent
Now that shawty bent cause she thinking I’ma pay rent
I don’t care ‘bout what you said I know my bro he innocent
I been doing business on my own, ain’t no witnesses
I’m really in this shit, all these bookings, I been getting lit
Now these bitches choosy, so much drip and now I’m getting picked
My bro keep a stick, and I keep a blick, we with the shit
Which plug getting hit? I can choose and pick who getting lit
Making all the profit I don’t gotta get my money split
Bad bitch she a model, like a bottle, and she do the split
Pull up Forgiato in full throttle in that foreign whip
She done drunk a bottle, threw it back and she cool with it
I been on my new shit, pull up in a new Benz
VLONE on my shirt, and baggy pants but I got no friends
I been stacking hella bands, take a trip to Paris, France
Everyday I’m rich, you can’t get rich if you don’t take a chance
Whoo!
(Cartier throw that drip on the beat)
I woke up, Hollywood
(Ayo dxrkmatter drop that shit foo)
I woke up in Hollywood, I had breakfast in my bed
People searching for the fame, but I made money instead
If you speaking on my name I cut you off, to me you dead
And I know y’all niggas lame, you be speaking to the feds
And I know it’s in her brain, all this money in her head
Why she calling on my phone, I hit decline and leave her read
I’ma feed my boys some bread, put some monеy on your head
And I heard that shit you said, they gonе pull up leave you red, yeah
Y’all can’t drip like this, all these VV’s make my diamonds glist
Living life like too blessed, all these hunnids stack up to a brick
Louis, Gucci, Prada, and Balmain, I been mixed drip
I be riding the foreigners that you niggas pay rent
I just rocked a show for a check, just got my money sent
Now that shawty bent cause she thinking I’ma pay rent
I don’t care ‘bout what you said I know my bro he innocent
I been doing business on my own, ain’t no witnesses
I’m really in this shit, all these bookings, I been getting lit
Now these bitches choosy, so much drip and now I’m getting picked
My bro keep a stick, and I keep a blick, we with the shit
Which plug getting hit? I can choose and pick who getting lit
Making all the profit I don’t gotta get my money split
Bad bitch she a model, like a bottle, and she do the split
Pull up Forgiato in full throttle in that foreign whip
She done drunk a bottle, threw it back and she cool with it
I been on my new shit, pull up in a new Benz
VLONE on my shirt, and baggy pants but I got no friends
I been stacking hella bands, take a trip to Paris, France
Everyday I’m rich, you can’t get rich if you don’t take a chance
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