Birds in LA lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Oh, you dig? You know what I'm sayin'?
Rich Forever way, you know what I'm sayin'?
The only way, money way, hol' up
No Gen

[Verse 1: JG]
I'm a high road, b*tches love flexin' the eye roll
You might roll up in sh*t, I don't
I do this sh*t with my eyes closed, I'm off the Hennessy, I know
I got some enemies lurkin', I got my energy perfect
Try me, you finna' get served, sh*t, ight though
I talked to God, he said, "Work, [?] get is deserved," I know
I'm tryna' cash in the check, I get like six zeroes of a eye roll
I met a bird out in LA, I made the b*tch hit a high note
She tryna' sing to me prolly, told her I can't be the guy, no
One, I'm not the one, tell 'em I do it, this summer I got it done
You sounding dumber than Donald Trump, I'ma do numbers like Donald Trump
I took a trip out to LA, hop out the whip with the Balmains
I got a feeling it's all changed, I got it's all changed

[Pre-Chorus: JG]
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count sh*t
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh*t
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh*t
f*ck if you doubt sh*t, you not about sh*t
[Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, what?)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, I put that sh*t on a chain, I put that sh*t on my rang (What?)
I just might pull out the Range
I f*ck that b*tch in some Balmain (Woah)
Iced out the Rollie, no plain Jane (Rollie)
I f*ck your b*tch, give her back (b*tch)
Ridin' around with that strap (Yeah)
I made a mill' outta trap, I got the birds in a Cadillac (Milli')
Birds singin' like Mariah (Brrt)
Say you down and you a lia' (Brrt)
Rich Forever and we on fire (rich)
Walk around pockets too swolled up (Rich)

[Pre-Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count sh*t
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh*t (Whip)
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh*t
f*ck if you doubt sh*t, you not about sh*t (What?)

[Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep (What?)
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, yeah)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze (Woah)
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Rollie)
[Verse 3: JG]
Since day one, started out I was a hungry man
Momma never had the money man, she was whippin' that Toyota can
Now I get it all in advance, so I need to show money in my hand
I need to blow money, just to show honey I ain't nothin' like another man
Cookin' up, it's hot as oven man, with my pen in right, your b*tch in other hand
Keep my tennis tight, you know I run it man
Break the pocket, b*tch I'm [?]
Stop it b*tch, why you frontin' man?
'Fore I rock ya block I'm off of plenty vodka
Bumpin' Silkk the Shocker while you Milly rockin'
b*tch, I'm really rockin', on the brother's band

[Pre-Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
Look, I'm chasing thous, yeah, yeah, I'm tryna' count sh*t
They talkin' down, yeah, yeah, they on some clown sh*t
Hundreds of thousands, yeah, step up and count sh*t
f*ck if you doubt sh*t, you not about sh*t (What?)

[Chorus: JG & Rich The Kid]
These birds out in LA always tryna' creep (What?)
Gotta talk to God right before I fall asleep (Yeah, yeah)
Look up to the sky, watch it fall out in the breeze (Woah)
All the homies ride, all the homies gotta eat (Rollie)