Hollywood (Original) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't give no f*cks 'bout what you have to say (Yeah)
It's Nett, I don't shoot below the neck
I'm a bossman, worried 'bout my check
In the backend, worry about the flex
It's a lot of money, so I wanna flex
There's a lot things that I wanna do, but I don't wanna screw over you
I wanna make you feel good in a room
Like two hoes clutchin' on a tool
In a bank, and I will hold it up for you
Go guns blazin' all over you
In the club, f*cked up, off a pill or two
Yeah, I'm really missin' you, long live my brothers
I ain't talkin' 'bout a b*tch, can't miss no b*tch
At the top, so lit, you at the bottom, down bad
And I'm lookin' like a lick but I ain't no lick
Keep that Glock on my hip, Gen 5
And I ain't afraid to shoot this b*tch, ain't afraid of your tricks
Amiri jeans on my ass and they saggin' to my di*k
We in the function and she starin' at my di*k

[Verse 2]
It's Nett when I shoot, it's Nett when I go to Hollywood, I might just buy a 'Vette
f*ck around, f*ck that 'Vette, buy a KRISS Vec'
She f*ck around on this di*k, now she want kids
I can't f*ck with no b*tch that f*ckin' want kids
I don't wanna FaceTime you
Get straight to the point, I don't wanna FaceTime you
I don't care 'bout what they say, I could care less
I don't care about what they say, never care about what they f*ckin' say
From the bank to the crib
Counting more money than you ever had
In the backseat, rolling up a blunt full of gas
Tryna close up this blunt full of gas
“Have you ever smoked gas?”, have you higher than a b*tch
I’m off the shrooms smoking gas
Feeling really f*ck spiritual, need some f*cking crystals in my crib