Down Ass Girl

Lyrics

[Hook 1: Girl & (Waka Flocka Flame)] That's why I'm your down ass girl (Waka Flocka) I hold his weed, I smoke his purp (Flocka) I ride all day with my nigga work (Why?) Pay my bills, he pay my rent (And...) When he traps, I hold his stacks, he calls me his down ass girl [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Yes, that is my down ass chick (down ass girl) She ain't gotta work no more Rent-free, bill-free (rent free) School tuition, it's on me (it's on you) Trap house running so hard You would think that shit was on E (on E) Pills, I work deals I'm worth a mills, thanks to my lady (lady) I'm certified with them babies (baby) Try to fuck her, highway crazy When she touchdown, when she get back I'ma take her out, I'ma take her shopping (oh) I'ma give her this, I'ma give her that Jaguar, Nascar, Hotcar, yes Gucci bag, Louie bag, Fendi bag, yes Shawty so fresh, shawty so fresh [Hook 2: Girl & (Waka Flocka Flame)] I hold his weed, I smoke his purp (Flocka) I ride all day with my nigga work (Why?) He gives me this, he gives me that (And...) When he traps, I hold his stacks Waka, I'm your down ass girl [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Shawty, I love the way you hug me Love the way you kiss me Love the way you rub me (Ms. Flocka) Even love the way you fuck me (Ms. Flocka) (Muah) Blow one back at me (Muah) Thank you, baby You my trap girl, you my down chick You my bad bitch, call her Ms. Flocka (Miss) I'm her doctor, she's my patient Let's get it popping on a vacation (pow, pow, pow) Private jet, baby, any location You call it trickin', I call it treatin' You call it trickin', I call it treatin' Me and Ms. Flocka do this shit every weekend Me and Ms. Flocka do this shit every weekend Me and Ms. Flocka do this shit every weekend [Hook 2: Girl & (Waka Flocka Flame)] I hold his weed, I smoke his purp (Flocka) I ride all day with my nigga work (Why?) He gives me this, he gives me that (And...) When he traps, I hold his stacks Waka, I'm your down ass girl (Baby!)