California Rari

[Intro: Young Thug] Young Thug, Future, Problem Young Thug, Future, Problem Ay man I just went to the ice box And got me a pair of them mothafucking, uhh Ten thousand Burketts for my ears [Hook: Young Thug] California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty California Rari like the president California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty, hey! California Rari like the president California Rari like the president California Rari like the president California Rari my new president California Rari new president California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty [Verse 1: Young Thug] Where is my money? Pullin up gunnin Automatic tommies, stomaches I don't mash out wit' nothing, .45 holds 11 I got birds and they nestin (Gurrr) S.L.I.M.E like reverend, psych Keep her, I thought she renewin I'm goin' in-, fluence If she don't got class, that's truancy My VV's are yellow like urine I smoke me a blunt to the head, then bed, keep that Ride that lil bitch like a bike, better yet pegs Ever since I got my ice from Elliott, I been leavin' em dead Carrots on a niggas wrist and his ears and I got that big head I don't give no fuck 'bout you little bitches, feel like you're dead Bought me a coupe and I pulled the roof and I pulled off and I sped [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] 2 cups full of muddy, my heart's in the gutter Fuck the felony, I beat the charges See me in a truck, it's Maserati All my passion is reachin' the masses All this cash is right under my mattress I go smashin' all over the atlas I go splashin right up with the action All these bullets wrapped up in some plastic 30 shots hold it right in the ratchet (that's true) All my mans are straight up and savage and shit Sleep on fendi, I play with the baddest Easy money, these cars and these hoes and lights they be flashing It's causing the madness Bitch came straight to my crib with no panties She tryna be down with a bandit For these bands I'mma take full advantage When I whip up, I whip panoramic Fuck the motive, just pass me a Xanax You just left me alone and abandoned Shoulda known I was causing some damage Al Capone, I jump right in a Phantom Had your mama on crack cause of service I'm just living my life with a burden I hop in a spur and I'm closing the curtain As I look right in your eyes and deep down in your soul I can tell that you hurting You want the bales, you want soft, you want hard You want kush, you want molly, that's perfect Ricky-Ricky-Ricky James Got evicted, made a change Started grinding harder than I ever did Before and then, I got the fame [Hook] [Verse 3: Problem] What? Americana foreign, bank AC enormous Dance to my performance, fixate her like I'm Lawrence Martin but extra funny, everything 'bout the money Everybody love me, I'm your favorite subject Playin' with the bills though, countin', fallin' down like Dil though Tearin' up tracks like railroad, whole bails lookin' like earlobes Man it's cracky and no pecans, dump her then refine Jump jeans, no Levine, me and Young Thugga tail large G rides Come on [Hook]