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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Sit in my room and I dream about California
Ridin round in that new drop top
Man this must be love
Whole lot of new shit I gotta drop
There's no stopping us
No they don't stand a chance
Dream about my pockets going way deep
Talking bout fuck you pay me
Came up from the back-end like a safety
Ex-girl new man still ain't me
Swear when i'm on the road
I'm doing all of these shows
Just gon be cash and collect
I can't be fucking with hoes
Went over all of the risk
And I ain't fucking with those
Just wanna flood out my wrist
And pay my mama bills
We gon count up that paper
It's colored all in teal
Man I swear that I can't even think
Of how I'd feel
And the best part about it is that
I kept it real
Yeah
Sit in my room and I dream about California
Ridin' round in that new drop top
Man this must be love
Whole lot of new shit I gotta drop
There's no stopping us
No they don't stand a chance
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Yeah
WRITERS
JACOB SCOTT SMITH
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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