Letras
(Yeah this sound like that summer time in the land shit)
(You know when nigga's pop out)
(All the baddest women pop outside doin they thing)
Yeah, come on
You know how it go when that sun come out
This that summer time in the land, where niggas gon' double right back
Young niggas pullin them skits, where yo' cike at?
Bad women in sun dresses, yeah it's like that
Hustle winter through the summer, yeah it's like that
Yeah, it's like that
St. Germain in the margaritas, lil' baby, let's have a nightcap
She took me straight to the room, showed me a nice dance
Started throwing that lingerie on the night stand
It's Summer time, so them jet skis out
And niggas get to this money, so it's flex seas' now
Welcome to Cali, where we smoke out of pounds
Turn bad bitches to hustlers and they holding it down
Look, let's take a trip to Catalina, what you trying to get into?
Leave that purse and wallet, bring that body on with you
Off-white dress and I love how it fit you
Take it back to the city, you want the Branzino fish cool
We pullin out them wips, yeah, like that
We taking them foreign trips, yeah it's like that
Spit your game at a bitch, yeah it's like that
Summer time getting rich, yeah it's like that
Yeah it's like that, yeah it's like that
Balled a hundred summers yeah it's like that
We gon party in the hills, yeah it's like that
We gon politic on mills, yeah it's like
Summer time in the land where niggas countin them bands and
Prolly take a little trip to Japan
In the city where the crime pays
At the rooftop party with thick lil' bitch throwin' it sideways
In the Benz with the sunshades
Webbie cruisin' down the boulevard, nigga bangin' that Sade
White tee, fresh kicks with the fresh fade
You know I'm from that city where they get paid
Switch lanes, we do the Benz and Rovers
It's Summer time, man, ain't nobody here sober
I need Dom P
And Don Julio imported with a bottle of Cristal