Right

Runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast)

You gotta tighten up on your backstroke

Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro)

Ain't it right, not like town folk

So what you gon' do, baby?

Do you wanna get out?

So what you gon' do, baby?

Do you wanna get out?

Now follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me

To the bedroom, boom

When someone hit me, go up, hey

I think I spoke too soon

365, it's a hustle under the moon

Keep it heat, 'cause how I move is s**t I gotta assume

The hefty got a fat grip, gonna get you some bling

You either win it or you're not, you see the storm between

You gotta make it on your own, we don't inherit a thing

To be the king of fuckers now, the American dream 'cause am

Runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast)

You gotta tighten up on your backstroke

Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro)

Ain't it right, not like town folk

So what you gon' do, baby?

Do you wanna get out?

So what you gon' do, baby?

Do you wanna get out?

Can't be broken, talking about how I ain't doing it right

If I hit you, then it's bad, now what you're doing tonight?

My habit shoddy, run me down while I be viewing the fight

I got that backstroke block, and she's bluesin' with life

Now if I take a break for once, I know the money gon' call

When I feel a little down, I think the dollar will solve

I used to go and fill my gas up with a pocket of coins

Then you get you a king of fuckin', now I'm makin' up orders

'Cause I'm runnin' this funk on a west coast (west coast)

You gotta tighten up on your backstroke

Reminisce days I was dead bro (dead bro)

Ain't it right, not like town folk

Donna made it view six, six, six, six