Dress Code Cal Scruby

[Hook] X2
I don't gotta follow fucking dress code
I ain't never gotta work a desk job
Got that Henny in the cup and I'm drinkin' XO
(faded faded)
Promise I ain't even tryna flex though
No lie, I

[Verse 1]
Straight off the rip
Hop out the whip
Escort me right to the VIP
Woo! You in the line that I skip
If I were you I would be pissed
If you were me you would be rich
She see that gold on my neck
See that Rollie on my wrist
I suggest you keep a leash on that bitch
If you plan on keepin' that bitch, Yeah
I don't wanna you know we don't save hoes
She just chose me that's how the game go
I was in the studio with the fake [?]
Then I went to Greystone in the same clothes
Now I'm blowing smoke up in my section
Try to pass around me, it get intercepted
I don't need a guard for protection
I just thank y'all for the blessing
Ain't sell my soul
225 for the eighth that I rolled
Flowers are purple my papers are gold
That shit look just like the Lakers at home
Woah! Smoke it to stay in my zone
Oh! She wanna play with the pros
We out here ballin' like Stockton, Malone
I hit the club then I pick em and roll