Women of Los Angeles - Wale, Eric Bellinger

Far away from the place that I came from

Yeah, from being a real to the same one

Blue moon, blue moon, we done came up

Yeah, one of the fliest niggas thinking

Tell Apollo to chill and now you flip whatever, shawty

Guess you got a good deal

Wale, aw baby, aw baby

Now the top’s coming down, oh top’s coming off

Berries on the late night

Or pinks her mouth right

You get that if you been there

These niggas are brazers I be brazy with the brassiere

Man it’s been a good year

How did we just get here?

Tables go for too much

When all them Jenners in there

I do too much

Fuck it, we the new wave

Going through them tables like

We Dudley boys in Hooters

Yeah, you ain’t playing Wale

'Til I throw a party in the Hills, all of the baes

My name, all of the way

Choppers city, we scrape

Put trill on it and I ain’t gotta do it

You ain’t getting nowhere

You can get up outta here

Acting like you lit when you pull up to the crib

But you ain’t with it, they be on that bullshit

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Hanging with they friends

They be tryna come over

Just to take a few pics, only do it for the 'Gram

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Far away from the place that I came from

I seen the real, seen the fake ones

My, my, my women half naked

Probably thinking that a follow make her famous

Shit, I ain’t complaining though

Just know that 100k plus ain’t for your face and clothes

We know that that tummy tee that you tend to post

Is likely gross but it’ll help you pay her notes

She TMZ for sure

And you got the type of T that probably wreck a home

Tell 'em shooting my shots, 2 threesomes in a row

Just the City of Angels this is Halo 4

Rodeo store, make my clothes

I met a lot of real G’s, lot of fake models

Yeah, Maxville, I’d like to thank my folks

I salute ya when I pay that too

Had a party, had a zoo

Mixed with Hennypalooza

Of course the body coming through

She with us on the moon

My, my, my Uber on wheels yeah

On my way to dark city, I’mma still shine

You ain’t getting nowhere

You can get up outta here

Acting like you lit when you pull up to the crib

But you ain’t with it, they be on that bullshit

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Hanging with they friends

They be tryna come over

Just to take a few pics, only do it for the 'Gram

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

Tired of Hollywood bitches

How could you love me when you tear me down?

Keep it 100, you bring me down

I tell you I need you, but you tear me down

Keep it 100, will you hold me down?