Give It 2 Me ft. CEDA Lyrics

Faded off of that Duce, can't live life, damn nigga who say

West coast, best coast, that's where I stay

Overflow from the shoreline to east coast

Ceda ride in , time to pop, champagne, big toast

Never tell me where to leave, never tell me where to stay

Nigga getting mad love when I show up in the bay

When you see me walkin', yes, lil' bitch, I'm on one

Hypergang goin' global, so yes, I am on one

Took a minute, now I know where I'm at

Feel safe, don't got a grip on the strap

Lil' thang poppin' pussy, so she bringin' it back

Ten bands on the hoe, cause I got it like that

Ten grand on the show, I'ma bring it right back

Ysl my cologne, cause she like that

Dirty Diana, her name like it's Mike Jack

Young nigga got big bands

Lil' bitch make flight plans

Young nigga got big bands

Lil' bitch make flight plans

Ayy, on Ceda Park on the track with the west coast

Mind your business if you see me with a west coast guy

In the socks, high cause I'm on my west coast

Fly rockin' high top chucks with the lace untied

I'm on my shit, so fuck me now, see you later

Got a flight book, headin' to the paper

Manifestin', not a chaser

When it come to hearts, they call me breaker

Fuck your soul I'll make your maker

But anyways, let's get back to the night shit

Shake your ass up like Ceda on some dike shit

I'm cookin' up on my pot and the rice shit

Slidin' thru Cali on my vice shit

Young nigga got big bands

Lil' bitch make flight plans

Young nigga got big bands

Lil' bitch make flight plans