Dwmt
Alright, alright, y'all know the vibes, man
Y'all know what time it is
It's summertime, ladies, that mean it's your time
It's ladies night
Every night, go ahead and grab your best friends, baby
Y'all know what time it is
Ayo, Dre, I'ma need you to do something for me, baby
Turn up for the ladies
You know I got you, right
Ayo, ladies, something for y'all to get loose to
Cause you ain't got time to fuck around with broke men
New year, outside, back open
Call the girls up, tell them it's that time again
Popping bottles all night, till the club end
Taking shots, time to put that back in motion
Drop it low, girl, drop it to the floor then
Got Chanel, Louis bags, and them Birkins
Oh you working
Yeah, girl, it's working
You know what to do
You be rocking Jimmy Choo
You ain't phased by no chain, or no Fendi shoes
You make your own rules
Hair done, makeup did, nails did too
You fuck nigga free
You and the whole crew
You pull up to the game, court side, pro move
Bitches stay talking about you, yeah, that's old news
Life got you gassed up, time to hit the club
Gotta go and make that ass jump
Gotta show em' up, girl, yeah
Yeah, you one of one
You the only one
Partying like you 21, trying to have some fun
If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing
If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing
For real
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play shit
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play
Alright, alright, look, look, look
I need y'all to get to the floor
Stop being scared
Grab your best friend
Grab everybody
And it's time to turn up
Let's go
Ayy, girl, you acting up
See it in your actions, but you back it up
Pretty face, slim waist
Girl, you bad as fuck
Had them hoes sick, looking mad as fuck
Tell them boss up, baby, tell them boss up
Got the Rollie on the wrist, let that thing hit
Look them in they eyes, tell them think big, bitch
Think big, bitch, tell them think big, bitch
They in last place, but the first to talk shit
Silly hoes, zero dollars in they bank, though
100K on you oh, you keep a bankroll
You be talking moves, talking Turks and Caicos
Showing off that summer body, hit them angles
Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl
Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl
Hit them angles, go on, show me something, girl
Let me see what you on
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see it, ay
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see it, ay
Girl, it's the weekend
Go and get the drinks in
All your girls yelling out, go best friend
Best friend, go best friend
You ain't stressing
Getting money, baby girl, you be flexing
Leave the past in the past, talking exes
You in a better place now than your ex is
You ain't stressing, nah, you ain't stressing
You be flexing for real
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on the play shit
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You don't want to fake shit
Y'all know what time it is
It's summertime, ladies, that mean it's your time
It's ladies night
Every night, go ahead and grab your best friends, baby
Y'all know what time it is
Ayo, Dre, I'ma need you to do something for me, baby
Turn up for the ladies
You know I got you, right
Ayo, ladies, something for y'all to get loose to
Cause you ain't got time to fuck around with broke men
New year, outside, back open
Call the girls up, tell them it's that time again
Popping bottles all night, till the club end
Taking shots, time to put that back in motion
Drop it low, girl, drop it to the floor then
Got Chanel, Louis bags, and them Birkins
Oh you working
Yeah, girl, it's working
You know what to do
You be rocking Jimmy Choo
You ain't phased by no chain, or no Fendi shoes
You make your own rules
Hair done, makeup did, nails did too
You fuck nigga free
You and the whole crew
You pull up to the game, court side, pro move
Bitches stay talking about you, yeah, that's old news
Life got you gassed up, time to hit the club
Gotta go and make that ass jump
Gotta show em' up, girl, yeah
Yeah, you one of one
You the only one
Partying like you 21, trying to have some fun
If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing
If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing
For real
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play shit
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play
Alright, alright, look, look, look
I need y'all to get to the floor
Stop being scared
Grab your best friend
Grab everybody
And it's time to turn up
Let's go
Ayy, girl, you acting up
See it in your actions, but you back it up
Pretty face, slim waist
Girl, you bad as fuck
Had them hoes sick, looking mad as fuck
Tell them boss up, baby, tell them boss up
Got the Rollie on the wrist, let that thing hit
Look them in they eyes, tell them think big, bitch
Think big, bitch, tell them think big, bitch
They in last place, but the first to talk shit
Silly hoes, zero dollars in they bank, though
100K on you oh, you keep a bankroll
You be talking moves, talking Turks and Caicos
Showing off that summer body, hit them angles
Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl
Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl
Hit them angles, go on, show me something, girl
Let me see what you on
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see it, ay
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see what you see
Let me see it, ay
Girl, it's the weekend
Go and get the drinks in
All your girls yelling out, go best friend
Best friend, go best friend
You ain't stressing
Getting money, baby girl, you be flexing
Leave the past in the past, talking exes
You in a better place now than your ex is
You ain't stressing, nah, you ain't stressing
You be flexing for real
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You ain't with the games, you ain't on the play shit
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit
You don't want to fake shit
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Writer(s): D'andre Evans
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