West Coast Lyrics

G-Eazy

West Coast

Lyrics to West Coast
Six million ways to mob, choose one
Some-some-some
Something about the West coast
It's something in the water
It makes me wanna ride
Ay, ooh, ay, ooh

You can’t imagine the way that this cash feelin'
Don't know what’s harder, the first or the last million
My last album took care of my grand children
You try to win, cracked you head on the glass ceiling
What it is, sick, what it it is
The way this money look, I'll be signed to Sony for years
Micro-dosing 'shrooms and I might just go pop a thizz
They see that black 'Rari, they know that it's one of his
Ooh, realest in the room
Could fill a pool with all the alcohol that I consume
I'm coming this summer, yeah, it's safe to assume
I'm finna clean up using Golden State’s broom
West Coast, real town business
Puma check just got cleared, merry Christmas
More sales, you catching more L’s
I drove here in a Scraper playin' this on four 12’s

Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up, let's ride
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one, get ya body on the dance floor
It's all love, yeah, and it's never bad, look
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up, let’s ride
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one, get ya body on the dance floor

Blueface, baby, yeah, yeah aight
It's the face of the West Coast
Been mackin, and I got more bitches than PetCo
VVSs breakin', they bustin' like the Metro
West Side Yankees, Midtown business
Yeah aight, Schoolyard to the children
Used to be broke, Cash Money got me healin'
You can't show me how to make a mil 'til you make a mil
Welcome to the West Coast, this the best coast
You can find the best hoes and the best dro
Doin' the dash in the Aston up and down Pico
Freak ho, my pants saggin' 'til the meat shows
Yeah aight, welcome to the meatshow
Two dicks, big pisser and the Glicko
(Big pisser and the Glicko)
Yeah aight, I like my money in blue faces, baby
I like fuckin', all my bitches call me fucker
You can't fuck if you can't take the rug burn
Blueface, baby

Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up, let's ride
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one, get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West coast
It makes me wanna ride
Shake it Westside
Throw ya hands up, let's ride
To the city of the scene
Put it on the one, get ya body on the dance floor
Songwriters: Gerald Earl Gillum, Johnathan Michael Porter
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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