Walk into my trap all I see is bagged pounds
Real player shit I'm on the court you out of bounds
Only sell em wholesale I don't break em down
And I got lawyer money ain't no snitching I rather go to trial
Rather go to trial
I don't f*ck with strangers
Been like that for a while
I'll bust out my pistol before I bust a smile
My ex bitch still on my dick she said hey Mack I know it's been a while
Always by my lonely I ain't never need a crowd
Bought my drac a pair of tits now she hold a hundred round
My car matte black but my is neck iced out
This ain't no rap cap baby this a life style
V8 for the engine
Cuz I'm a real road runner I'm on the way to riches
Trying to stay lowkey but the money bring attention
Pillow talking to these bitches a couple racks will have you go missing
Got a couple shorties trying to be my main thing
This a fast car so I'm in the fast lane
100 for a car baby this a hell cat
I'm tryna get a M I ain't talking Maybach
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
On the west coast trying to catch a vibe
These bitches for the streets so I'll be damned if I ever make em mines
I don't even need a scale cuz I always got my eye
Keep my FN everywhere I graduated from a Glock nine
Give your bitch back shots she feel it in her spine
If you don't got no motion then you ain't one of mines
Rolly on my wrist I don't ever check the time
Got these diamonds going crazy it might make a man blind
I see a million dollars
Looking in the mirror
I'll take a bitch anywhere but I won't take her serious
She say that I'm a dog
A dog she wants near
Same price will get you gone I'll buy chandeliers
How I look so good when I'm wearing ugly money
My diamonds got more carats more carrots than bugs bunny
My trap got no bungie cords but the bitch jump
I took a trip to the west then I found a plug
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Mack Jay - West Coast Lyrics
Mack Jay - West Coast Lyrics
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Walk into my trap all I see is bagged pounds
Real player shit I'm on the court you out of bounds
Only sell em wholesale I don't break em down
And I got lawyer money ain't no snitching I rather go to trial
Rather go to trial
I don't f*ck with strangers
Been like that for a while
I'll bust out my pistol before I bust a smile
My ex bitch still on my dick she said hey Mack I know it's been a while
Always by my lonely I ain't never need a crowd
Bought my drac a pair of tits now she hold a hundred round
My car matte black but my is neck iced out
This ain't no rap cap baby this a life style
V8 for the engine
Cuz I'm a real road runner I'm on the way to riches
Trying to stay lowkey but the money bring attention
Pillow talking to these bitches a couple racks will have you go missing
Got a couple shorties trying to be my main thing
This a fast car so I'm in the fast lane
100 for a car baby this a hell cat
I'm tryna get a M I ain't talking Maybach
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
On the west coast trying to catch a vibe
These bitches for the streets so I'll be damned if I ever make em mines
I don't even need a scale cuz I always got my eye
Keep my FN everywhere I graduated from a Glock nine
Give your bitch back shots she feel it in her spine
If you don't got no motion then you ain't one of mines
Rolly on my wrist I don't ever check the time
Got these diamonds going crazy it might make a man blind
I see a million dollars
Looking in the mirror
I'll take a bitch anywhere but I won't take her serious
She say that I'm a dog
A dog she wants near
Same price will get you gone I'll buy chandeliers
How I look so good when I'm wearing ugly money
My diamonds got more carats more carrots than bugs bunny
My trap got no bungie cords but the bitch jump
I took a trip to the west then I found a plug
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Real player shit I'm on the court you out of bounds
Only sell em wholesale I don't break em down
And I got lawyer money ain't no snitching I rather go to trial
Rather go to trial
I don't f*ck with strangers
Been like that for a while
I'll bust out my pistol before I bust a smile
My ex bitch still on my dick she said hey Mack I know it's been a while
Always by my lonely I ain't never need a crowd
Bought my drac a pair of tits now she hold a hundred round
My car matte black but my is neck iced out
This ain't no rap cap baby this a life style
V8 for the engine
Cuz I'm a real road runner I'm on the way to riches
Trying to stay lowkey but the money bring attention
Pillow talking to these bitches a couple racks will have you go missing
Got a couple shorties trying to be my main thing
This a fast car so I'm in the fast lane
100 for a car baby this a hell cat
I'm tryna get a M I ain't talking Maybach
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she tryna catch a tan
On the west coast trying to catch a vibe
These bitches for the streets so I'll be damned if I ever make em mines
I don't even need a scale cuz I always got my eye
Keep my FN everywhere I graduated from a Glock nine
Give your bitch back shots she feel it in her spine
If you don't got no motion then you ain't one of mines
Rolly on my wrist I don't ever check the time
Got these diamonds going crazy it might make a man blind
I see a million dollars
Looking in the mirror
I'll take a bitch anywhere but I won't take her serious
She say that I'm a dog
A dog she wants near
Same price will get you gone I'll buy chandeliers
How I look so good when I'm wearing ugly money
My diamonds got more carats more carrots than bugs bunny
My trap got no bungie cords but the bitch jump
I took a trip to the west then I found a plug
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Mr Big Dawg I'm the big champ
Always doing what I want never ever ever say that I can't
She ain't with a chump she with the man
Now we on the west coast on the beach she trying catch a tan
Writer: Jonathan Castro-Vasquez
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