Hella Girls

Lyrics

Wavy nigga, money spending Yeah im swimming in the pretty women In every city just want lay up with me Im that nigga Want tell they girlfriends That I'm they nigga Playa shit, I'm on some playa shit I needa bunny just to kick it with Ain't tryna play a bih I'm tryna play a bit Brown skin pretty brown skin I need whole lots of them Mercedes Benz hella lady friends Bottles come 'til the club close Model hoes in designer clothes Taking shots and shoving powder Up their nose Money rolls all the hundreds fold She a center fold At my hotel is like a movie Penthouse where the Gs be You need like two keys Drink some money like a smoothie I'm feeling groovy I keep my tooly Yo bitch prolly want do me Yeah Im trapped out to the max now Never back down Frontin on 'em as I back out I let that rag down Rap guys they was ballin' They like where they at now You know its Jets shit til the next shit She talking right I send a jet bih Check ya text bitch Any problems we address it like GPS bitch I got that tec with me All cash I got that check with me Pretty girls come with hella girls That just want tag along Trap music make em sing along This they favourite song Money long all these chains on They look like herring bones Got some sadity hoes Got some ratchet hoes That just want tag along Trap music make em sing along This they favourite song Money long all these chains on They look like herring bones They be like thats P Wanna sex me dont just want text me Trust me fuck up ya whole weave I'll buy you new weave Gucci, switched from Gucci Now she want Fendi Come thru whenever I'm in the city Hella missed calls Hella drunk texts dont do no phone sex Pull up I'm at the Marriott by the LAX Meet me I'm at the Double Tree Right on Peach Tree Lame shit ain't with that shy shit Dont want no shy bitch Groupie hoes, hoes thats ran thru I like low mileage I'm stylish can't fuck no bummy hoe That ain't my style bih Like what you wearing now come out of it Getting smoked out I'§m on that Hennessy She want that Henny D Rolling she poppin' ecstasy Want do me anything Hold up like baby slow down Bitch control yourself Back home in the trap zone Get the packs gone Money come here that money come I'm at the dope house double parked I'm that yella thing I'm on the car phone Getting topped all the way home