[Verse 1: Like]

You keep talking this new west

But dude we been there, you left

Still pouring henny, doing our two steps

OGs, YGs, millionaires, hugh-hefs, young bosses

Since a little kid been dreaming to run office

Along with my compadres we doing this here all day

Y'all play, we all working

What y'all working? Oh you job searching?

You talking to the wrong person

I just seen my little homies at the mall jerking

It brings a smile to my face to know we all working

And guess what? We got busy once y'all deserted

As long as love's in the mix, we all deserve it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Stepping out the house ashy

Floss on niggas, how I do it? never ask me

Skating in the Caddy, the car wash from Betos

My nigga got a baby pit, we finna hit up Petco

Let's smoke, roll with me, we only roll sticky

Back to back, wrap for wrap, smoke the whole fifty

Fuck 'em up real quick, had to phone Nipsey

Watch niggas take it back like a cold Mickeys

Uh, make it funkier than old Dickies

Lil' niggas slapbox outside stick him

Got the terminator dipping through the whole city

Cali's finest, get the dough quickly

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Mibbs]

I can't get enough of this LA life

This 405 traffic, money hungry bitches, kush in all classes

No need to ask girl, you know where max live

West coast, left coast, home of the Pac Div

Out in Manhattan beach, canvas sneaks

Pouring cognac for my man who deceased

No rest, no sleep in this scandalous streets

It can be broad daylight nigga handle your beef

Ain't no feeling better than coupe'ing with no ceiling

With money like a trap star, no dope dealing

Just brought back that old home feeling

You know '64 impala with the chrome engine

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Let me show you what it feels like

What it feels like

Get in, we just rollin', rollin', rollin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh