Hollywood lyrics

[Intro]
(Vanguard)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm applying the pressure
Uh, and I get higher than Jetsons
Yes, it is I who the best it is
And she wanna be mine 'cause I'm dressing
I'ma keep going hard 'til the world in my palms, 'cause I know it's my time, yeah, I'm next in
Yeah, I cut some folks off 'cause they ain't play they part and was doing me grimy from best friends

[Verse]
Now they calling me Hollywood 'cause I moved on and a n*gga don't text them
I just be moving smart 'cause these people heartless, gotta watch who you mess with
b*tch, I'm a superstar, don't need an A&R, but I know it's expected
'Cause they know who we are, soon to be on the charts and the labels wanna check in
But I won't go, oh no no, won't sell my soul, oh no no
Too many hoes in my phone, but I'm like, "Damn, b*tch, leave me alone"
Spitting fire sh*t when I get on this song
Should I cop this or that, I don't know
Damn, I forgot that I could cop both
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We in the whip and this b*tch fully-loaded
Finna drive it like we motherf*cking stole it
Know we keep a stick but the bro can't show
Threw a little fit on the tag, Rick Owens
Come in with a big ol' bag with the 'chos in
Hit the lil' b*tch then I pass to the bro'nem
Yeah, she got a big ol' ass, I'm like, "Oh sh*t"
Yeah, I be dripping like I step in the ocean
Yeah, they be digging the swag when I walk in
Maison Margiela the gear what my toes in
Thumbing through billies then I put a four in
'Cause this sh*t forever, I always had motion
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm applying the pressure
Uh, and I get higher than Jetsons
Yes, it is I who the best it is
And she wanna be mine 'cause I'm dressing
I'ma keep going hard 'til the world in my palms, 'cause I know it's my time, yeah, I'm next in
Yeah, I cut some folks off 'cause they ain't play they part and was doing me grimy from best friends