Hollywood, picture perfect I ain't even know you could
Rollin' down Rodeo in that rover truck
Playin' hard to get, I get my money up, get my money up
L-O-L at me L-O-L ok
Let me get the baby blue berkin on the way
If you want my time, you ain't wasting mine no way
And if you ain't for the gang, then you better stay away
Yeah yeah

Runnin' out of time with this nine to the five
Spark that blunt, just so a nigga can feel alive
Move up front, I'm just tryna be in front of the line
Season up that chicken, I ain't talkin' bout the thyme
Head up in the clouds and you get jiggy with this
Flexin' all that money, yeah, your ass be outta line
Pushin' all them buttons, this no game, this ain't no bop it
Steppin' to the right one, you gon' turn this to a mosh pit
Codine in my liver got me swervin
All this shit I do, this shit is like a burden
Hopped up out the city, I had to move to the suburban
Move to the suburban

Hollywood, picture perfect I ain't even know you could
Rollin' down Rodeo in that rover truck
Playin' hard to get, I get my money up, get my money up
L-O-L at me L-O-L ok
Let me get the baby blue berkin on the way
If you want my time, you ain't wasting mine no way
And if you ain't for the gang, then you better stay away
Yeah yeah

Warned your ass once, maybe bout five times
You a rat, you a pussy, uh on my line
Get that baking soda, whip it till your wrist outta line
You gotta go to work when you on a nigga time
Mmm, I'm losin' sleep every day
Can't even tell the difference between the night and day
Social life just out the window, I ain't even bout it
There is some touchy subject i'm just tryna forget about
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, check