Calabasas II Lyrics

Yo, wussup

It's been like two years, right?

He's not home right now?

Say less

Louie V carpet all up in my room

Now I can't wait to go back home

I peep lil shawty right up from the jump

Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone

I'm in the studio cooking some hits

A young nigga feelin' like Garçon

Got so much money and problems

They asking for guala

I'm bringing a bag home

I'm in the booth with some Gucci pajamas

She wanna stay in my crib in Calabasas

I've been up praying for this like a pastor

Had to stay focused, ignored all the chatter

Give me my check on a hard golden platter

I saw my ex and that ass getting fatter

Paid her a visit then I'm leaving right after

She asked if I loved her or not

Said the latter

That fufu lame shit we ain't with it

We throwing shots at your fitted

I just told Juanie "we chasing a mill"

He told me that "we gone get it"

Came a long long way from the trenches

I ain't do a lot of shit I can't mention

Now we popping out Polo, Givenchy

I got old hittas so do not tempt me

I had to pull up in a Bentley (Skr, skr)

Keep my windows tinted, can't see me

Love to fill these niggas with envy

Your baby in my dm she friendly

Real friendly

She a friend to me

One of many though, girlfriends to me

And her dress so revealing

And she been gone off the Hennessy

Louie V carpet all up in my room

Now I can't wait to go back home

I peep lil shawty right up from the jump

Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone

I'm in the studio cooking some hits

A young nigga feelin' like Garçon

Got so much money and problems

They asking for guala

I'm bringing a bag, bag, bag

Bow!

Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen

Let me a yerrr (Yerrr)

Yeah, Louie V carpet all up in my room

Now I can't wait to go back home

I peep lil shawty right up from the jump

Now a young nigga up breaking her backbone

I'm in the studio cooking some

A young nigga feelin' like Garçon

Got so much money and problems

They asking for guala

I'm bringing a bag home

I need that Gucci that Gucci that Gucci

She want a baby, lil girl I ain't goofy

If she a baddie, I'll give her like two weeks

Look at my life and it look like a movie

I need that Prada that Prada that Prada

If you with me then that shit is an honor

She call me daddy, I ain't got a daughter

But she calling me like she thinks I'm her father

Woah, yeah, busting that shit to the floor

Ahh, yeah, she said that she wants it all