Coast To Coast

[Intro] Substantial lack of goldie jewellery, no entourage, no honeys. Clearly you're not a baller [Hook] Coast to coast, bitches do the most Girl don't get too close You know I'm married to the bread I propose a toast Uh, yeah, welcome to my crib Can I be your host? Coming down, off that, off that high Gotta raise the dose [Verse 1] Chillin' in the cut, we don't want no drama We just out here living Fuck up the groove then we hit you with the llama Psyche nah I'm only kidding You can check the check I get paid by the comma RattPack we on TV, V's up Yeah you know we all fam, different mamas Bitches put their hands all on us I just wanna get down tonight Get a couple bad bitches and I wanna fuck around tonight And we can get lost and never found tonight And every little thing and everybody gonna be alright, gonna be alright Aw yeah, let's get it now I'm the type of nigga that'll take your style just to make it better Ain't that by the bitch, check the bank accounts, say whatever I'm all about getting rich cause I work hard for everything I get She twerk hard, she finna break my dick And everybody bounce when they play my Everybody wanna play my shit Pretty girls all up in the house Runnin' all around Got enough weed in here to build a house Now we 'bout to burn it down Got so used to sleeping on the couch Got a crib and I still do Try talk up in us and it's gon' be out My nigga we don't feel you [Pre-Hook] I just wanna get down tonight Get a couple bad bitches and I wanna fuck around tonight And we can get lost and never found tonight And every little thing and everybody gonna be alright Gonna be alright [Hook] [Verse 2] Stepped out, lookin' decked out Ain't nobody fuckin' with me homie, I'm the best out Only thing I need, have a brother feeling free That's some music and some weed, when I'm stressed out Remember when I slept on, out, on sight Now I gotta deck on, out, on right Give me time of day, nobody ever try Now all these bitches all a sudden wanna be the bride Fuck 'em all Yeah, if they [?] I just duck 'em all You know I don't need that ho They be screaming, they be telling me they love me I know they don't really mean that though Everybody claiming that they 'bout it I don't think I can believe that, no So, I be chilling, super low key Like the far left side of the piano I know mother fucker don't know shit about music but they quick to leave a G flat All you do is wanna talk about the shit that you've accomplished but I already achieved that All these [?] be inviting me on some clone shit That's the shit I don't get So I just make records up in the studio I kick bak, listen to my own shit [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]