LAX ft. Paulo Lyrics

When I'm in LA

The fame, you gotta pay to play

Indo out in public got me chilling everyday

Wanna move to the Hollywood Display

Everybody got talent, need the million dollar pay

Is the spot where the bad bitches stay

Palm trees, always sunny, hope it never go away

Is the city, people A-OK

Fly through LAX, get my ticket today

Chop shit like I'm Bruce Lee

I be all about my paper like loose leaf

I'll bring the hurricane but I'm no Rock Lee

I need the cash asap no rocky

Pour some more shots everybody get tipsy

All bout my hustle like my name is Nipsey

I hold this shit the fuck down like I'm Pimp C

I am that nigga you're blind but you gon see

Bitch I be working I stay on my grind

Just like the sun a young nigga gon shine

Built for this life all I needed was time

I feel like Jeff Bezos I'm still in my prime

Don't you act like you know me

I'm a mothafucking legend like Broly

Told you niggas that you gon see

I been that nigga since '03

When I'm in LA

The fame, you gotta pay to play

Indo out in public got me chilling everyday

Wanna move to the Hollywood Display

Everybody got talent, need the million dollar pay

Is the spot where the bad bitches stay

Palm trees, always sunny, hope it never go away

Is the city, people A-OK

Fly through LAX, get my ticket today

I'm bout to take a trip to LA

Fuck a nigga finna tell me

It's been a minute since I've been back in Cali

Fuck it I'ma go and fade the Valley

Palm trees, bad girls, drank, good weed

The only things a young nigga needs

And you know we can't forget the good energy

I'm reminiscing old times sipping Hennessy

Baby come ride with me today

You look good girl you on fleek okay

Damn, I'm tryna make a play

I be doing minor things in a major way

Don't you act like you can't see

A lot of niggas think they're cold but they ain't me

Every day we make a toast

Taking trips to the West Coast

What more can I say?

When I'm in LA

The fame, you gotta pay to play

Indo out in public got me chilling everyday

Wanna move to the Hollywood Display

Everybody got talent, need the million dollar pay

Is the spot where the bad bitches stay

Palm trees, always sunny, hope it never go away

Is the city, people A-OK

Fly through LAX, get my ticket today