Gucci Mane - Cali lyrics

Hook: OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going) I am not a rapper (uh uh uh uh) I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going) I am not a rapper (uh uh uh uh) I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali n***a OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali n***a OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali And I am not a rapper. Some valleys in Cali, went from her watches to Bentley Pop your p**y for papi, she put a break in the bust Give up then reach her to heaven and told her act like you're pregnant sponsored links I eat boxes for breakfast Put yo Cali not Texas, I've got a girl that could told it And police she floated It's when it's reach to the postal She think it act like she blowed it Got her connect on the open, More power than Oprah I got 500 OG's in, the gangsters work, don't you know it? Man I'm always with the dope I'm blowin the smoke I'm tryna lock down the city and I'm a lock down the coast And I'm El Chapo with the choppas Knock the meat out yo tonsils And I'm on scooter, the one going I got 20 retracted Hook: OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going) I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh) I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going) I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh) I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG) I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali n***a OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali n***a OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali And I am not a rapper Money walkin in my Bentley, smoking on a pound of Cali OG kush that's all I smoke That blue dream bush and you can't have it Ran off on my flow from Cali He was doing too much camping When bro had to work my magic 4-4-80 every rapper n***a that's what a pound weigh Swag, bands and bricks of yay 10 inch blunts, we roll em up the long way Yea, I'm smoking on that California I got some gutter b**hes, most my b**hes foreign Yea, I wake up count my money every morning Got a house full of guests but ain't no stoves homie We got cheap cheap prices, drug house rollin Racks stacked to the ceiling, banks came for it [Hook:]