One for the money, two for the show. Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo. White SL, the colour of Yayo Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow. This my show, watch me baby, The way I go can't stop me baby Seatbelt beside me baby, LA just drive me crazy. We could float through the city night, I'm drunk and your lookin real pretty right. Make love I ain't finna fight. Not once, we can go till we get it right. What it cost I can fit the price Got a house in hills you can spend the night. When they ask who turns you out.
(Chorus) She came from over-seas To be a star on the boulevard She wants sex on the beach We can share, it's only fair I've got paradise on call, it's ours, it's ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A!
Yeh, cut a lot of girls, cut a lot of cheques. That's the life here on sunset. Rich and famous I am sucess. Met her at Les Deux and she do love sex. Ima sip this, you do the rest You know what you do, you do the best Do me a favour, lose the dress It's nice by the way, Chanel I guess. LAMB handbags I know where they sell those. Maybe later on we can hit Melrose. All you gotta do is hit me on my cellphone. Baby girl me and you can kick it like a field goal. Know who I be, call me YB. Red carpet I don't need the I.D Cazals on my face, you don't see what I see (Where) Girl you know where I be (Where) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (Where) Girl you know where I be (Where) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin'
(Chorus) She came from over-seas To be a star on the boulevard She wants sex on the beach We can share, it's an all in affair I've got paradise on call, it's ours, it's ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A!
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Copy to Clipboard: One for the money, two for the show. Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo. White SL, the colour of Yayo Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow. This my show, watch me baby, The way I go can't stop me baby Seatbelt beside me baby, LA just drive me crazy. We could float through the city night, I'm drunk and your lookin real pretty right. Make love I ain't finna fight. Not once, we can go till we get it right. What it cost I can fit the price Got a house in hills you can spend the night. When they ask who turns you out.
(Chorus) She came from over-seas To be a star on the boulevard She wants sex on the beach We can share, it's only fair I've got paradise on call, it's ours, it's ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A!
Yeh, cut a lot of girls, cut a lot of cheques. That's the life here on sunset. Rich and famous I am sucess. Met her at Les Deux and she do love sex. Ima sip this, you do the rest You know what you do, you do the best Do me a favour, lose the dress It's nice by the way, Chanel I guess. LAMB handbags I know where they sell those. Maybe later on we can hit Melrose. All you gotta do is hit me on my cellphone. Baby girl me and you can kick it like a field goal. Know who I be, call me YB. Red carpet I don't need the I.D Cazals on my face, you don't see what I see (Where) Girl you know where I be (Where) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (Where) Girl you know where I be (Where) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin' (That's right) Hollywood Swingin'
(Chorus) She came from over-seas To be a star on the boulevard She wants sex on the beach We can share, it's an all in affair I've got paradise on call, it's ours, it's ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A!
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