Cal Scruby - Dress Code lyrics

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Cal Scruby - Dress Code lyrics

[Hook] X2 I don't gotta follow f**ing dress code I ain't never gotta work a desk job Got that Henny in the cup and I'm drinkin' XO (faded faded) Promise I ain't even tryna flex though No lie, I [Verse 1] Straight off the rip Hop out the whip Escort me right to the VIP Woo! You in the line that I skip If I were you I would be pissed If you were me you would be rich She see that gold on my neck See that Rollie on my wrist I suggest you keep a leash on that b**h If you plan on keepin' that b**h, Yeah I don't wanna you know we don't save hoes She just chose me that's how the game go I was in the studio with the fake [?] Then I went to Greystone in the same clothes Now I'm blowing smoke up in my section Try to pa** around me, it get intercepted I don't need a guard for protection I just thank y'all for the blessing Ain't sell my soul 225 for the eighth that I rolled Flowers are purple my papers are gold That sh** look just like the Lakers at home Woah! Smoke it to stay in my zone Oh! She wanna play with the pros We out here ballin' like Stockton, Malone I hit the club then I pick em and roll [Hook] (2X) I don't gotta follow f**ing dress code (Oh my, oh my) I ain't never gotta work a desk job (No lie, no lie) Got that Henny in the cup and I'm drinkin' XO (oh my, oh my) Promise I ain't even tryna flex though No lie, I [Verse 2] Pick a ride, pick a ride no I can't choose Pull up at the W you know I can't lose Why you trippin' over b**hes that I ran through They just did it for the bands like Famuel They just want the finny and the Prada Hoodie up top down in the Ferarri Hopped out in the Gucci foamposite with the joggers I ain't never worked a desk job while I go to college I don't know, guess I had to grow I was on the Dean's list, I was on a roll Way before the team had to get it on my own Now we bout to get a ring and we runnin' up the score Yeah we runnin' up the score Don't you let it get you down Top floor look around me in the clouds Flickin' the cigarette off the balcony Take 45 seconds to hit the ground I'm way up, I stay up, I lay low Cause I know all these b**hes wanna end up on the payroll I don't take in instructive criticism, I ain't building with em They ain't working with me, what do they know I go way up on the roof, that's the truth I could parachute Landing in the rarest coupe In a pair of boots I, bet all these motherf**ers wearing suites can't stand me I could wear a motherf**ing bathrobe to the Grammy's You Know [Hook] 2X I don't gotta follow f**ing dress code (Oh my, oh my) I ain't never gotta work a desk job (No lie, no lie) Got that Henny in the cup and I'm drinkin' XO (Oh my, oh my) Promise I ain't even tryna flex though No lie, I