August Grant - Women Of Los Angeles lyrics

[Verse 1: Wale] Far away from the place that I came from Yeah, from being a real to the same one Blue moon, blue moon, we done came up Yeah, one of the fliest n***as thinking Tell Apollo to chill and now you flip whatever, shawty Guess you got a good deal Wale, aw baby, aw baby Now the top's coming down, oh top's coming off Berries on the late night Or pinks her mouth right You get that if you been there These n***as are brazers like we brazy with the Brazil Man it's been a good year How did we just get here? Tables go for too much When all them Jenners in there I do too much f** it, we the new wave Going through them tables like We Dudley boys in Hooters Yeah, you ain't playing Wale 'Til I throw a party in the Hills, all of the baes My name, all of the way Choppers city, we scrape Put trill on it and I ain't gotta do it [Hook: Eric Bellinger] You ain't getting nowhere You can get up outta here Acting like you lit when you pull up to the crib But you ain't with it, they be on that bullsh** Tired of Hollywood b**hes Hanging with they friends They be tryna come over Just to take a few pics, only do it for the 'Gram Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes [Verse 2: Wale] Far away from the place that I came from I seen the real, seen the fake ones My, my, my women half naked Probably thinking that a follow make her famous sh**, I ain't complaining though Just know that 100k plus ain't for your face and clothes We know that that tummy tee that you tend to post Is likely gross but it'll help you pay her notes She TMZ for sure And you got the type of T that probably wreck a home Tell 'em shooting my shots, 2 threesomes in a row Just the City of Angels this is Halo 4 Rodeo store, make my clothes I met a lot of real G's, lot of fake models Yeah, Maxville, I'd like to thank my folks [?] I salute ya when I pay that too Had a party, had a zoo Mixed with Hennypalooza Of course the body coming through She with us on the moon My, my, my Uber on wheels yeah On my way to dark city, I'mma still shine [Hook: Eric Bellinger] You ain't getting nowhere You can get up outta here Acting like you lit when you pull up to the crib But you ain't with it, they be on that bullsh** Tired of Hollywood b**hes Hanging with they friends They be tryna come over Just to take a few pics, only do it for the 'Gram Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes Tired of Hollywood b**hes [Outro: Wale] How could you love me when you tear me down? Keep it 100, you bring me down I tell you I need you, but you tear me down Keep it 100, will you hold me down?