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mansion in da hillz Video (MV)




Performed By: Cal J
Language: English
Length: 1:37
Written by: Calen Jensen




Cal J - mansion in da hillz Lyrics




Ok is the hardest i swear to god

We gon be ok

Ok is the hardest I swear to god

I been toting glocks with a red dot
Got a bag up
Bout to f*ck my bitch with my red socks
Racks on my body bitches lookin at me
Shootin shit like I'm f*cking mad
Rock out till I got the whole party f*cked up

Yeah
I can't even f*ck with nobody
Bought a mansion in da hillz I stay in that ho
So I don't got to talk to nobody
I just painted my room mat black
I just went in the city and caught me a whole body
In the studio chilling with slat
I don't give a f*ck about nobody
If you talk bout this bread then I'm whole hearted
Yeah yeah

Uh
Yeah f*ck 12 they bitches
Give a f*ck bout nobody I been bout business
Been dodging these charges never gon get sentenced
What's on my head it's a halo
I been making money like hey bro
Don't give a f*ck bout this fame ho
I could never ever change on you bruh
Got to let these pussy bitches know
We not the same bruh
Five dollars in your pocket
I got five bands in my bank
All you hoes be fake rich like damn
All that fake flexin I just can't
Yeah I got a whole lotta racks in my safety
I know a lot of these bitches gon hate me
I know a lot of these hoes wanna be me
These diamonds on my face bitch I need a beanie

Ok is the hardest I swear to god

We gon be ok
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Ok is the hardest i swear to god

We gon be ok

Ok is the hardest I swear to god

I been toting glocks with a red dot
Got a bag up
Bout to f*ck my bitch with my red socks
Racks on my body bitches lookin at me
Shootin shit like I'm f*cking mad
Rock out till I got the whole party f*cked up

Yeah
I can't even f*ck with nobody
Bought a mansion in da hillz I stay in that ho
So I don't got to talk to nobody
I just painted my room mat black
I just went in the city and caught me a whole body
In the studio chilling with slat
I don't give a f*ck about nobody
If you talk bout this bread then I'm whole hearted
Yeah yeah

Uh
Yeah f*ck 12 they bitches
Give a f*ck bout nobody I been bout business
Been dodging these charges never gon get sentenced
What's on my head it's a halo
I been making money like hey bro
Don't give a f*ck bout this fame ho
I could never ever change on you bruh
Got to let these pussy bitches know
We not the same bruh
Five dollars in your pocket
I got five bands in my bank
All you hoes be fake rich like damn
All that fake flexin I just can't
Yeah I got a whole lotta racks in my safety
I know a lot of these bitches gon hate me
I know a lot of these hoes wanna be me
These diamonds on my face bitch I need a beanie

Ok is the hardest I swear to god

We gon be ok
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Writer: Calen Jensen
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