LA LA LAND Lyrics

Shyne

I stay by the code

Designer my linen

Gucci my clothes

Like origami, you niggas gon' fold

You niggas be bitches, hoes

Think I'm the shit, I might need a commode

Don't you play with me nigga

Stay with the key, Imma engine lil' nigga

Ain't tryna talk, in love with the figures

Got me a foreign

Open her legs, and I get to exploring

She came from London, ain't talking bout' Lauren

Cop me a R8 watch how I floor it

If it ain't bout' the money ignore it

Yeah if it ain't bout' the money ignore it

Straight to the cheddar

Like foreigns, I floor it

Can't fuck with bitches they weird or they boring

Uh yeah

Ready or not, here I come cannot stop me

Like hide and seek , they all looking can't find me, uh

In the cut with my possy

Making these hits, at the money we flossing aye

Ride the beat like a Mase'

Rappers can't see me, don't try end up salty, uh

Copy that walkie talkie

Stay with the sauce like I like my hibachi, aye

PSR better get with the movement

Here you rappers, there's room for improvement

Niggas packing, but nah we ain't moving

Lean and Shyne we just cooked up a new one

Run the numbers up, feel like I'm Newton

They ain't love me, but now they pursuing

He say Lean, you got time what you doing?

I said sorry the money I'm choosing, woah

I stay by the code

Designer my linen

Gucci my clothes

Like origami, you niggas gon' fold

You niggas be bitches, hoes

Think I'm the shit, I might need a commode

Don't you play with me nigga

Stay with the key, Imma engine lil' nigga

Ain't tryna talk, in love with the figures

Got me a foreign

Open her legs, and I get to exploring

She came from London, ain't talking bout' Lauren

Cop me a R8 watch how I floor it

If it ain't bout' the money ignore it

Yeah, If it ain't bout' the money I don't pay attention

Back in high school used to stay in detention

Watch out my wrist just like Ben 10

I spent like 24 just on my lenses

Outta sight , you better run for your life

Brodie got poles and you know he not playing

You know he pull up with the pipe

I'm tryna give her pipe

But shawty ain't spending the night

Knocking these niggas down just like I'm bowling

I roll it, you know imma strike

You know imma strike

Pull up on him and you I'm unleashing the lightning

I just pulled up in a big body Benz

Holy shit man I feel like a line man

Diamonds all over my neck and my wrist

And they drippin' on me like a hydrant

These niggas pocket watching

Why they worrying bout' all the money that I spend

Nigga you best smell your beeswax

Pull up to BOA take out three stacks

Everyday that I wake gotta see cash

All these niggas my sons just like Steve Nash

Got this bad little bitch on her knee caps

While I'm smoking KD's out my weed stash

You can hit up my phone if you need that

Pockets big like Fat Joe make me lean back

Lean back