Moonwalking in Calabasas

Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her wIth sh*t
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this b*tch (Devo this sh*t hard)
Car broke down, can't fix that sh*t
I cried at night, I'll admit that sh*t
O2, old, I'll whip that b*tch
She left me 'lone but I miss that b*tch
If she text right now, I'll hit that b*tch
Old friends like "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
F*ck old friends I don't know that b*tch
Racks too big, can't fold that sh*t
Hand get numb when I hold that sh*t
Momma I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
Lot of square footage where DDG stay
Bought in August I'm movin' in May
Hop out the foreigns and black as my race
No it's not rented, It's facts in the bank
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want d*ck, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on n*ggas just like Houdini
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n*gga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f*ck with Jackson's
Bet when I drop, they don't post that sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that sh*t
When I blow you'll owe me b*tch
Humble ass n*gga but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as f*ck)
F*ck that sh*t I know I'm lit
If we beef I f*ck your b*tch
All of the n*ggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they b*tches and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his b*tch on the low, oh
She said your d*ck game was so-so
And she had told me your broke ( That's tough)
I got a blicky it sit on my hip because L.A is trickey
They tryna come get me
Bought some Balenci's they don't even fit me
They 950 but f*ck it no biggie
I'm with a biddie she tryna get busy
She kiss on my neck but told her no hickey
Tryna get with me, I told her she silly
She just for the night cause my b*tch is too pretty
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want d*ck, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on n*ggas just like Houdini
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a n*gga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't f*ck with Jackson's
Benjamin's, we don't f*ck with Jackson's
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
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