open my eyes as I yawn, brush my teeth,
and then proceed to smoke some bond.
I take a shower as I already
feelin' fresh as I grab the heat.
Grab the keys off the table
should I take my Escalade charger
it's Mami Mira on the radio
I hit a corner smokin' spread the diorama
got a criminal stuck all in a coma
see some homies that I knew
Rolled it in your chest, pass it through
Stopped to get some brew,
I knew today was gonna be fit, man
Doin' sissy on the freeway,
I'm the sissy passin' East
And we about to get fucked up,
Cause I like it, you know that I like it,
and I need it, haha, yeah
We represent that golden state,
everyday on a paper chase
Cause I want it, you know that I want it,
and I need it, so I get it
tryna make it in the struggle anyway
So I smoke a J, from 805, 619 to LA,
I'm tryna make em know me
Givin' them all stuff to the bump
I represent fourth of rhyme
In the low bunch from Anaheim to Ojai
San Fernando Valley, San Diego,
I represent it till the day of my death
Golden State till the fullest
Blue Rags on the left and
the Pacific here, Venice Beach
it's a paper flippin', stackin' green
Ever since I was a youngster,
all I know is I ain't diggin'
we smokin' tote, we rollin' dat,
keepin' money in the bank
Cuz I like it, you know that I like it,
and I need it, haha, yeah
We represent that golden state,
everyday on a paper chase
Cuz I want it, you know that I want it,
and I need it, so I get it
Cuz I bang, bang, chitty, chitty,
tryna stack my dividends from 20 to 50
And this is how we do it here at Cali,
Cause I bang, bang, chitty, chitty
Tryna stack my dividends from 20s to 50s
And this is how we do it here at Cali, fools
I gotta make them dollars,
Benjamins, Washington's elite
cause I don't give a fuck
cause I gotta spend and have it
If I want it then I grab it,
pop the tag and quickly bank
They say their money's coming
My shit's been itching for years
and being broke is a bitch
and hope I never lose ambition
Cause the hustlers on my side,
paper stack is my division
Keepin' money in the bank
We represent that golden state
Every day on the paper chase
I stay in this motherfucker
All my hustlers, what up,
Feel about some motherfuckin' green,
fuck some motherfuckin' green
It's still high -powered entertainment,
what the streets created,