Spiritual, fool's gold
Where i from, it get cold
If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous
You can push me aside and rush
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Got bitches in new york california and decatur
And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard
She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art
Women front, they get its cold
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
I'm the best in the west from california to maine
Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Turn money into diamonds and gold
California girl, i'm feeling right at home
I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known
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