Yeah, comin' from the Eastside Now she on the Westside Drivin' down the Westside Highway Got the checks right 'Bout to call my next flight You just want the sex, right? I'ma make that shit fly If anybody steps, I Don't know what's wrong with my head All this drama just make me dead I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed Give a f*ck 'bout what they said Never talkin' to a fed It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread I don't care how much money you make I still need my baby girl to be right at my place We been poppin' fine wines, she been callin' in late We been sleepin' in the morning, we 'gon wake up and bake You know the vibes, gettin' high while she sit on my face That's too explicit, I'm just kidding man but really, I ain't I'm gettin' money off this rap shit, but you cannot relate I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass, it's so great I'm feelin' like we takin' off Those problems, shake 'em off I ain't got shit to say to other bitches man, I'm playin' golf And when the Summer turn to Fall, we still 'gon be kickin' I can really freestyle these feelings, this ain't no written This that top-down, sun is shinin', seventy degrees Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she sayin' "geez" We pourin' up that fifth, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a plea But I really gotta know girl, are you coming home with me? Yeah, comin' from the Eastside Now she on the Westside Drivin' down the Westside Highway Got the checks right 'Bout to call my next flight You just want the sex, right? I'ma make that shit fly If anybody steps, I Don't know what's wrong with my head All this drama just make me dead I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed Give a f*ck 'bout what they said Never talkin' to a fed It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread Gettin' cake up Everyday I wake up Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she workin' on her makeup Like I used to be a player Movin' like the mayor Cojanglez got the beat Kinda soundin' like John Mayer And the studio's my lair She meet me when I'm there She treat me like a snare Bangin' me like she don't care Claim to me it isn't fair how I keep it this smooth I roll a hundred joints a day while I be keepin' this moo We hangin' out this summertime, I'm tellin' stories to you Man, I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you Yeah, comin' from the Eastside Now she on the Westside Drivin' down the Westside Highway Got the checks right 'Bout to call my next flight You just want the sex, right? I'ma make that shit fly If anybody steps, I Don't know what's wrong with my head All this drama just make me dead I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed Give a f*ck 'bout what they said Never talkin' to a fed It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread