Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zavon Aaron Paschall
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hit that shit Z
Zavon you made another hit? damnnn
Ain't Shit like California
Baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
Now baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
She want the money and want me to wife
Ain't gettin' no money can't be in my life
I'm chasin' the paper I'm chasin' the green
Pattin my pockets I feel like a fien
I'm tryna get more than I had, yesterday
Make every day, a holiday
Pull up in foreigns and order filet
You ain't talkin' money then get out the way
I'm gone
Pull up on shawty she know every song
She love me she know the paper is long
Give you a night baby not life-long
You could be Ann and I'll be King Kong
I'll Be what ya like, just for the night
Sipping on soda I'm feelin' alright
She wanna get in the car with the lights and
By the next day she'll be callin' me Mike
Fuck wit me
Ay
Baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
Now baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
Leave yo man girl fuck wit me
I'm big dog and he a flea
Let's go on a shopping spree
Get you out H&M tees
Imma broke nigga hater
You a broke nigga dater
You ain't focused on ya paper
Baby girl I'll see ya later
Why be acting like this
I could put ten on ya wrist
Neighborhood always be pissed
We treatin' the crib like the ritz, ay
She know that she wanted to come thru
But miss me with the attitude
But I kinda like when she rude
Kinda put me in the mood
I'm tryna make you my boo
Tryna have dinner for two
Ay
Baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
Now baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
There ain't no broke boys round Z
We gettin' cheese, fuck enemies
Pull up I pick the bag and I leave
And she wanna follow, cannot keep up
She down call her boyfriend and break up
She just a groupie, she wanna fuck
Feel like a baller, I play for the Bucks
Now baby come fly out to Cali wit' me
Hit that shit Z
Yuh Yuh, Yuh
Writer(s): Zavon Paschall
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