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Maxing out all my credit cards
Living my own L.A. story
Living it up till the morning
[Verse 1: Sammy Adams]
Sammy
I’m not trying to show you love and affection
I’m trying to live the life a kid always expected
Over on Sunset, finished a couple sessions
One foot in the door, one in the hills, questions?
Angels in leather, I ain’t talking ’bout the motor club
But I tend to go hella hard when I go to clubs
Minibar murder, I’m on Denzel’s flight
With a stewardess that wants to ♥♥♥♥ the whole damn night
Who cares what they all say
Try’na find some girls like Hov did with Beyonce
Had you for a week but I heard you say fiance
Na na, none of that girl