Hollywood Hills

Fuck these bitches talkin' 'bout? (Bitch)
Racks up
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Fuck you talkin' bout
Bitch!
We can go smoke in the Hills (Yeah)
Blood in the ville (Woah)
No, I know your loving ain't real (No)
You just want me for the mils (Cash)
You just want me for the wok (Wocky)
Can't stop thinking about your love (Your love)
Molly and codeine only way I'm keeping up (Going up)
I can't fall outta love, your love like a drug (Like the drugs)
Purple lean, dirty sprite, bitch just pour me up (Pour my cup)
Getting to the money, I don't feel like it's enough (Not enough)
Riding to the bank, I gotta go run it up (Run it up)
Had to get that cash (Yeah)
Had to go run it up (Yeah)
Had to get off my ass (Yeah)
Had to go fuck shit up (Yeah)
My momma don't want me on drugs
She think I'm addicted to lean (Damn)
She ain't tryna lose her love
Can't let it happen by any means (No way, no way)
I'm tryna go out a legend (A goat)
Maybe you ain't get the message
Keep blowing up my phone (Beeper)
Baby girl why you stressin'
I'm tryna get in my zone (My prime)
Gotta reach where I'm headed
I gotta go on my own
I can't make it to heaven
I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm willing to die for my fam
I'm willing to die by my bros (By my brothers)
They done made me who I am
We done been here from the start
Back when we couldn't get a gram
Now I'm getting money
It's a gift how I count my bands
Bitch!
Fuck these bitches talkin' 'bout
Racks, racks, racks (Psych the fuck out)
Racks, racks (Psych the fuck out)
Lose your fucking mind (Psych the fuck out)
Lose your fucking mind (Psych the fuck out)
Lose your fucking mind
We can go smoke in the Hills (Yeah)
Blood in the ville (Woah)
No, I know your loving ain't real (No)
You just want me for the mils (Cash)
You just want me for the wok (Wocky)
Can't stop thinking about your love (Your love)
Molly and codeine only way I'm keeping up (Going up)