Letras
She's the queen of California
Her daddy own the piece of beach
She can do things for ya
She got the Hollywood reach
Said she don't wanna boyfriend
I said fine by me
Cause I don't wanna girlfriend
This love is rent out/ lease
Silver spoon and a trust fund
She get what she want when she want it
Keep a pretty boy as her plus one
She be spendin' hundreds, run it
Twenty seven hundred Ocean Drive
I met thru Manolo
Self-medicated on a Spanish Fly
Tried to fuck me on a roll roll, run it
Symbolize the good life
She ain't young as she used to be
On the hunt for my type
Rob the cradle that's cool with me
We ain't got but one life
I'm fulfilling her fantasy
No ball or chain is in sight
I like the taste of her
She got the money and the fame
I love her like the city loves the rain
Cause she makes me look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
The money ain't a thang
She loves me like the city loves the rain
Cause I makes her look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
She gave the whip
Specifically the six
Told me take the five
cnd meet her at the bricks
Stop off at the ranch
cnd catch up with her clique
Now it's just me and three
cnd everyone legit
Continue down the free
These ladies getting lit
Shanice was talking shit
Cause she ain't getting dick
Say I would be obliged
She laughed and took a hit
That's when the lights went ""Whoop""
Baby stash that shit and quick, hold up
Pull the ride to the side
No registration and no ID
Shine the light in my eyes
csking me if I knew the speed
Limit said ""thirty five?""
Guess again, had no idea
I replied ""fifty five?""
Out the car, you come with me
She got the money and the fame
I love her like the city loves the rain
Cause she makes me look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
The money ain't a thang
She loves me like the city loves the rain
Cause I makes her look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
In a cell in clhambra
Sheriff grinning, my head is spinning
Sir lemme me call my mama
Can't go to jail, no dough for bail
He said boy we gotta problem
Found a half a key under the seat
You riding three workin Rondas
I said that's preposterous
First of all
That shit ain't mine
cnd them friends of mines
cin't even friends of mines
The whip's my chick's
She outta town
cnd we reconvening
Near 60 pines
Tell the judge
She heard it all
You'll get a call
When you get a call
'Fore he closed the door
Now wouldn't you know
Sheriff walked in and said
""Boy, you free to go""
She got the money and the fame
I love her like the city loves the rain
Cause she makes me look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
The money ain't a thang
She loves me like the city loves the rain
Cause I makes her look better
Better in photographs
Photographs
She's the queen of California
Her daddy is the chief of police
She can do things for ya
She got that tri-county reach
She said you could be my boyfriend
I said fine by me
Cause I could use a girlfriend
To keep me out of them streets