Give It 2 Me (feat. CEDA)

Faded off of that Duce, can't live life, damn nigga who say
West coast, best coast, that's where I stay

Overflow from the shoreline to east coast
Ceda ride in, time to pop, champagne, big toast
Never tell me where to leave, never tell me where to stay
Nigga getting mad love when I show up in the bay

When you see me walkin', yes, lil' bitch, I'm on one
Hypergang goin' global, so yes, I am on one
Took a minute, now I know where I'm at
Feel safe, don't got a grip on the strap

Lil' thang poppin' pussy, so she bringin' it back
Ten bands on the hoe, cause I got it like that
Ten grand on the show, I'ma bring it right back
Ysl my cologne, cause she like that

Dirty Diana, her name like it's Mike Jack
Young nigga got big bands
Lil' bitch make flight plans
Young nigga got big bands

Lil' bitch make flight plans
Ayy, on Ceda Park on the track with the west coast
Mind your business if you see me with a west coast guy
In the socks, high cause I'm on my west coast

Fly rockin' high top chucks with the lace untied
I'm on my shit, so fuck me now, see you later
Got a flight book, headin' to the paper
Manifestin', not a chaser

When it come to hearts, they call me breaker
Fuck your soul I'll make your maker
But anyways, let's get back to the night shit
Shake your ass up like Ceda on some dike shit

I'm cookin' up on my pot and the rice shit
Slidin' thru Cali on my vice shit
Young nigga got big bands
Lil' bitch make flight plans

Young nigga got big bands
Lil' bitch make flight plans