Letras
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every mornin' when I wake up, uh
Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh
Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but
Really though, it's never enough
Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California
Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)
These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that
Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that
How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside
H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess
Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
(Women, weed, and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever? Come and play
What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
You want to be on, to peak on the charts
So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe, she in the Neon
'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh