PCH - E.D.I Mean, Berner, Billy Dee

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 (Ooh)

The shit that I’m smokin' is all green (All green)

Them direct deposits 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