[Chorus: Chanel West Coast]
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast]
We at my homie's apartment
Cops just came to the door
I'm picking weed out the carpet cause it fell on the floor
Damn, the sun's coming up but I ain't reach my quota
My homie's on they way up
My girl asleep on my shoulder
Vodka stay in my cup
Your man got me on a poster
Bitch, I got all this bread like I Iive in a toaster (Haha)
When I'm in the room they yell "Coast!"
Hanging with homies who know me before all the glow
Before all the dough, before all the shows
Before I could buy all these clothes
Before my friends turned into foes
When doors were still closed
And wrists weren't froze
Now I'm on boats in the Lagos
They checkin' my posts, no likes, they just scroll
Cause they are all drones
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