[Chorus: Chanel West Coast]
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day

[Chorus: Chanel West Coast]
We at my homie's apartment
Cops just came to the door
I'm picking weed out the carpet cause it fell on the floor
Damn, the sun's coming up but I ain't reach my quota
My homie's on they way up
My girl asleep on my shoulder

Vodka stay in my cup
Your man got me on a poster
Bitch, I got all this bread
Like I Iive in a toaster (haha)

[Chorus: Chanel West Coast]
When I'm in the room they yell "Coast!"
Hanging with homies who know, me before all the glow
Before all the dough, before all the shows
Before I could buy all thеse clothes

Beforе my friends turned into foes, When doors were still closed
And wrists weren't froze, Now I'm on boats in the Lagos
They checkin' my posts, no likes, they just scroll
Cause they are all drones
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day

I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day
I be like la di di da di
La di di da di da di day

[Verse 2: Dax]
La di da it's finna be a good day
Two bitches, Siamese and they go both ways
I ain't signing but they finna do what I say (meow!)
That's the kitty so you know I'm getting laid

Hundred twenty-five an hour that's a fuck n***a raid
I ain't giving up the dick unless the dick getting paid
Silly rabbit, you ain't slick, I ain't never finna chase
Barber shop bars make a mumble rapper fade

Put it in rotation, this a simulation
Can't breathe, a n***a need some ventilation
I ain't never been the type to put a girl in circulation
Let the boys run through just to get some validation
Hit the whole damn high, have her buzzin' pollination
Let her hop up inside, no incarceration
This a story of a mac, on god, I ain't never going back
I be like la di di da di

[Chorus: Chanel West Coast]
When I'm in the room they yell "Coast!"
Hanging with homies who know, me before all the glow
Before all the dough, before all the shows
Before I could buy all these clothes

Before my friends turned into foes, When doors were still closed
And wrists weren't froze, Now I'm on boats in the Lagos
They checkin' my posts, no likes, they just scroll
Cause they are all drones
I be like la

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#Haroutyoun