Cam Meekins Westside Highway
Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Drivin' down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a f..ck 'bout what they said
Never talkin' to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread
I don't care how much money you make
I still need my baby girl to be right at my place
We been poppin' fine wines, she been callin' in late
We been sleepin' in the morning, we 'gon wake up and bake
You know the vibes, gettin' high while she sit on my face
That's too explicit, I'm just kidding man but really, I ain't
I'm gettin' money off this rap shit, but you cannot relate
I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass, it's so great
I'm feelin' like we takin' off
Those problems, shake 'em off
I ain't got shit to say to other bitches man, I'm playin' golf
And when the Summer turn to Fall, we still 'gon be kickin'
I can really freestyle these feelings, this ain't no written
This that top-down, sun is shinin', seventy degrees
Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she sayin' "geez"
We pourin' up that fifth, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a plea
But I really gotta know girl, are you coming home with me?
Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Drivin' down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a f..ck 'bout what they said
Never talkin' to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread
Gettin' cake up
Everyday I wake up
Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she workin' on her makeup
Like I used to be a player
Movin' like the mayor
Cojanglez got the beat
Kinda soundin' like John Mayer
And the studio's my lair
She meet me when I'm there
She treat me like a snare
Bangin' me like she don't care
Claim to me it isn't fair how I keep it this smooth
I roll a hundred joints a day while I be keepin' this moo
We hangin' out this summertime, I'm tellin' stories to you
Man, I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you
Yeah, comin' from the Eastside
Now she on the Westside
Drivin' down the Westside Highway
Got the checks right
'Bout to call my next flight
You just want the sex, right?
I'ma make that shit fly
If anybody steps, I
Don't know what's wrong with my head
All this drama just make me dead
I don't really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed
Give a f..ck 'bout what they said
Never talkin' to a fed
It's just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread
