California Lyrics

I'm sorry I ain't warn you, I'm on my way to California

I thought about you before I boarded, I should be landing by the morning

I'm thinking threesum when I land, hopefully they let me record it

I would throw it on the gram, but your hating ass gon' report it

I left money in my drawer, under my drawers, go have some fun with that

Bought a one way ticket, so I don't even plan on coming back

I hate being cold, so I flew somewhere where the sun was at

Two thousand miles away, so I'd be crazy if I come running back

I'm gone, change my number inna hour don't even think to call my phone

You can lock your door at night, don't even plan on coming home

I see the water from my room, hope you don't think I'm here alone

And I ain't really in the clubbing, but tonight I'm being grown

Before I walk into the club, I'ma spray your favorite cologne

I might walk up to the DJ, tell him, play your favorite song

Fuck around and buy some bottles for some bitches, I don't know

Pour everybody shots and to our exes we gon' toast

I know you say I do the most, probably screenshot my messages

And turn it to a post, throw me in your close friends

Where most friends ain't even close, I guess that's just how it go

You goin say I do the most, probably screenshot my messages

And turn it to a post, throw me in your close friends

Where most friends ain't even close, I guess that's just how it go

Sorry, I ain't warn you, I'm on my way to California

I thought about you before I boarded it, I should be landing by the morning

I'm thinking threesome when I land, hopefully they let me record it

I would throw it on the ground, but your hating ass gon' report it

This my second day in town, I got a bitch to show me around

She kinda favor you, she brown, and last night I took her down

You gon' show this to your friends and probably tell them I'm a clown

And they gon' tell you leave me alone, but wanna fuck when you ain't around

But I guess that's how they get down, thats ya lost , look at you now

I ain't in to getting high tonight, I'm smoking out the town

And I got two bottles of cassa innaa B&B right now, I'm going hard

I got dancers in my room, ain't in no clothes, they took them off

And my phone on D&D won't even hear it if you call

I forgot to buy some condoms, I might slide in something raw

I just text to let you know that I ain't missing you at all

Hope you take that to the heart

And here you go texting my phone, like why you leave me here alone

Like bae I'm sorry I was wrong, Can you please come back home

Then you go inside my drawer and smell my shirt with my cologne

Then you straight send me a picture in your thong, I'm coming home

I'm sorry I ain't warn you, I'm on my way from California

I thought about you before I boarded it, I should be landing by the morning

And I'm thinking dinner when I land, five star I can't afford it

I ain't mean to catch that plane, I was angry when I bought it