(808 Mafia)
Just touched down in Coachella
(Ayy, South Side, where you get all that drip?)

Ayy, let that beat ride
And I'm Big Gotti to you niggas too
Can I keep it always G? Put some respect on that

I just touched down in Coachella
Half a brick of raw, hunnid a gram, nothin' lesser
Let's get these suburban kids on they level
Better yet, these artists, whatever

My back yard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine
I may paint them bitches Nipsey Blue
All my niggas train, no talk, just shoot
And all my bitches trained to pull bitches
And if you snitchin' nigga, keep your distance
My bedroom look like the St. Regis
Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (on God)
My closet lookin' like it's Saks Fifth
I might buy your girlfriend a gift
Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin'
I silence these niggas if they keep talkin'
My bitch look down, like I'm a pimp, you speak, she keep walkin'
Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (hello?)
'Cause I cherish my relationships (amigo?)
Every month I'm at the dealership (I am)
Who need a runner when you get it shipped
Safe landing, pilot get a tip

Backyard like a resort
Just another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine

Might put XXX on all my tags (extensions)
Tell Virgil, "I want all the bags"
Louis duffle and it's see through
A couple million and a Drac' too
My Rolls truck white, white
I was sellin' niggas off white, late nights (nights)
Junkie put it in a shooter, take flight (she gone)
Black and white jet, Puma, safe flight

Yeah, I just sold out the arena
My momma proud, you should've seen her
All smiles that she seen her son
I'm a gangsta, look what I become
I'm at Prive having lunch
Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month (woo)
You niggas 4th and 30, that's a punt
Five hunnid on a watch, that ain't a stunt

My back yard like a resort
Just beat another day in court
Palm trees in the sky line
Four Rolls Royces and they all mine (Maybach Music)

Phantoms in the parking lot, look at it, made man
Just left the jewelry store, don't I look amazing?
Everywhere I go, I got them things with me
Wanna see my niggas on and still the same with me
Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain from me
All through my niggas cribs, there's picture frames of me
Shots from assault rifles when my name come in
A hunnid for the walk through is when the planes come in
Five number ones, I think I broke Def Jam
I had them people at the table like a meth lab
Street dreams, street kings
R-i-p to Nipsey on his C thing
Three rings, D. Wade
Two words from mama, "Be safe"
I got your back, I pray you got mine
Biggest crib throughout the USA, the top 5
Headlines, shots fired
Arch rival in the dark who got my archives
Franchise, fat boy
Never been to Coachella, but still a landlord
(Maybach music)
Still countin' money and still killin' pussy niggas, ain't nothin' changed (never)
Rest in peace, nigga
Huh
On God

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Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Mario Mims, Tim Gomringer