NY TO LA Lyrics

Let's get it

Can't explain it baby

All I want is you

Wanna buy you diamonds rings

And designer shoes

Never met another woman that's as fine as you

And I don't know another nigga do it like I do

I can see us on a yacht somewhere overseas

Or I can see us in a drop cruising thru Belize

I don't mean to be rude I want chu on ya knees

Wanna hit it from the back until you fucking scream

Draw the curtains in the raife

I can't feel my face

Just need me a lil bae

Who gon cooperate

Just need me a lil bae who tryna cop a place

Full speed ahead

I ain't gon no time for brakes

Got a jewish lawyer

Just in case I catch a case

keep something for rainy days

I never touch the safe

Jet skiing in vegas

She ain't know they had a lake

The trunk in the front

Damn look at shorty face

I handle all mine like a boss do

If I cop a Porsche my baby

Get a porsche too

I'm the truth

Like them jeans with the horseshoe

Said it's time for change baby let me

Morph you

Cruising through these streets

In that new Camaro

Made it from the bottom

I'm the hoods hero

These birds on my dick

I'm flyer than a sparrow

Sub zero

Yeah Ain't nobody cold as me

When I was broke man

Ain't nobody Notice me

No tints on this bitch man

Man they know it's me

And I got these bitches

Singing like i'm jodeci

I ain't never gas up a range rover

WHY

Shit cuz I got a range over

But I swear this shit the change over

It's my turn yeah nigga

The game over

Any nigga in my way move a lane

Over

I can't believe you wanna cry on his

Lame shoulder

I be up in the morning

Like a can of folders

Captain america

Colder then the winter soldier

I just moved to that city where the

Devil play

It's time to turn up

My nigga

That's on everything

Cuz i'm coming from that city

Where the metal ring

Rotten apple

You a rookie imma veteran

The gram might never

Send dat blue check

More concerned with blue faces

Ben Blue checks

Fresh forces

Man i'm after some new checks

Just left my old bitch

Ya new boo next

I'm at these niggas head

Like a crew neck

My team on deck

Yeah the crew next

Crib full of bitches like i'm high hef

Swear to god I got a thing

For them brunettes

Yeah

She a runner she a trackstar

I bet that ass stop

For that black card

Never uber x

I need a black car

Yeah she really soft

She just act hard

Puttin up a front

Don't wanna act scarred

Jump in the coupe

And do the race like a nascar

All my diamonds wild

Madagascar

Really run it up

Nigga dats a cash bar

You'll probably get that later

I'm in your girl mouth

Now and later

Saved by the bell

No screech and no slater

They call her buffy

You can tell how

I slay her