California - mike., Tdot illdude

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