[Intro: lilyan, Scott McKenzie, Cojiro]
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Damn
This is real art, I'm not gonna lie
Who made this?
Cojiro?
This is too heat
Go!
[Verse: Cojiro, Giurus]
Aye, yuh, aye
I got bitches from L.A
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta slay
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta fade (huh, yeah)
Aye, yuh, aye
I got bitches in my business gotta stay up (gotta stay up)
I got bitches in my britches gotta stay on it (gotta stay on it)
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta fade on it (gotta fade on it)
Gotta go, Gotta roll
Got a Rolex on
Got a show it
Got a Rolex on my body, yeah its golden
Got a bitch from San Fransisco, she stay golden
She from L.A. though, San Fransisco
I don't really and bitch I do not wanna know
All I care about is if she give good throat
All I care about is if she share the throne with me
Now I'm gonna pass the mic to my lil' bro (Yeah)
He be thumbing through the millions like he pro (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah you know (Go!)
Yeah you know, I be flowin', Im on go
I can see you take it back like yeah I heard it all before
I can see your fingers counting boy, its [?]
Then you add a zero, its a fucking show
I don't got no bitches down in S.F
I only got one, baby, and she straight from STL
She a fucking star like you know the flag of Israel
Crib a fucking dreamhouse, I'm calling up my boy, Mattel
[?], I don't know you
Why you tryna talk to me like I owe you?
I balled out for years just to get this fuckin' hot
I don't spend my thinking bout when you gon' drop
Yeah, yeah, Don't need no help
All this money fillin' up a pool I swim through it like Phelps
[?], I could see you
I pick it up and I [?]
I got bitches
From L.A
I got bitches kickin' [?] ([?])
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Damn
This is real art, I'm not gonna lie
Who made this?
Cojiro?
This is too heat
Go!
[Verse: Cojiro, Giurus]
Aye, yuh, aye
I got bitches from L.A
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta slay
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta fade (huh, yeah)
Aye, yuh, aye
I got bitches in my business gotta stay up (gotta stay up)
I got bitches in my britches gotta stay on it (gotta stay on it)
I got bitches yeah you know I gotta fade on it (gotta fade on it)
Gotta go, Gotta roll
Got a Rolex on
Got a show it
Got a Rolex on my body, yeah its golden
Got a bitch from San Fransisco, she stay golden
She from L.A. though, San Fransisco
I don't really and bitch I do not wanna know
All I care about is if she give good throat
All I care about is if she share the throne with me
Now I'm gonna pass the mic to my lil' bro (Yeah)
He be thumbing through the millions like he pro (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah you know (Go!)
Yeah you know, I be flowin', Im on go
I can see you take it back like yeah I heard it all before
I can see your fingers counting boy, its [?]
Then you add a zero, its a fucking show
I don't got no bitches down in S.F
I only got one, baby, and she straight from STL
She a fucking star like you know the flag of Israel
Crib a fucking dreamhouse, I'm calling up my boy, Mattel
[?], I don't know you
Why you tryna talk to me like I owe you?
I balled out for years just to get this fuckin' hot
I don't spend my thinking bout when you gon' drop
Yeah, yeah, Don't need no help
All this money fillin' up a pool I swim through it like Phelps
[?], I could see you
I pick it up and I [?]
I got bitches
From L.A
I got bitches kickin' [?] ([?])
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