Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
Yeah, Yeah, all of hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
Yeah,
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter it full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
She just used to freaky niggas, tryna get between
I like all the bad bitches, only bout they green
Freaky hoes, tell they friends to join in
Big body bitch, nigga, big body foreign
Had to get a new bitch, my old bitch was born
Gotta keep the core the same, pippen, Rodman, Jordan
Yeah, I want you, but I don't need no bitch
Wake up every day, thinking about getting rich
Pop up with a new bitch to make my old one mad
Spinnin through the trenches, niggas getting toe-tagged
Saved my first ten thou, felt like I was up now
Been scoring plays, in the zone, touchdown
All this money, different colors on me like Monopoly
I'ma keep on popping shit, I know the homies proud of me
Put this shit on daily, niggas thought I hit the lottery
Ain't no fuckin' way one of these lil' niggas beside me
Old school wheels, candy paint, big feet
Dreamchasers bout a bag like meek
We can get low, track hawk in this Jeep
Baby, stay focused, keep your eyes on me
She ain't never had a nigga fly as me
Real team player, ain't no I in team, nah
It's a Glock 40, baby, not no 9
She was fine as fuck until she asked my sign
Rollin' with me, that mean you on my time
Don't ask no questions, I ain't trippin', you ain't mine
I send a text, you on the way, girl, slide
It ain't no pressure when you with me, just vibe
I ain't your last nigga, bitch, you lost your mind
Full speed ahead, girl, I'm in my prime
Got the homies with me baby we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Yeah, yeah all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Yeah, Nigga all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Hall of fame
Rich in real life
Yeah, Mr. Cash that
Sprinter full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
Yeah, Yeah, all of hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
Yeah,
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter it full of bitches, nigga, all of them hoeing
She just used to freaky niggas, tryna get between
I like all the bad bitches, only bout they green
Freaky hoes, tell they friends to join in
Big body bitch, nigga, big body foreign
Had to get a new bitch, my old bitch was born
Gotta keep the core the same, pippen, Rodman, Jordan
Yeah, I want you, but I don't need no bitch
Wake up every day, thinking about getting rich
Pop up with a new bitch to make my old one mad
Spinnin through the trenches, niggas getting toe-tagged
Saved my first ten thou, felt like I was up now
Been scoring plays, in the zone, touchdown
All this money, different colors on me like Monopoly
I'ma keep on popping shit, I know the homies proud of me
Put this shit on daily, niggas thought I hit the lottery
Ain't no fuckin' way one of these lil' niggas beside me
Old school wheels, candy paint, big feet
Dreamchasers bout a bag like meek
We can get low, track hawk in this Jeep
Baby, stay focused, keep your eyes on me
She ain't never had a nigga fly as me
Real team player, ain't no I in team, nah
It's a Glock 40, baby, not no 9
She was fine as fuck until she asked my sign
Rollin' with me, that mean you on my time
Don't ask no questions, I ain't trippin', you ain't mine
I send a text, you on the way, girl, slide
It ain't no pressure when you with me, just vibe
I ain't your last nigga, bitch, you lost your mind
Full speed ahead, girl, I'm in my prime
Got the homies with me baby we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Yeah, yeah all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Yeah, Nigga all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Got the homies with me, baby, we can get it going
Sprinter' full of bitches, nigga, all of em hoeing
Hall of fame
Rich in real life
Yeah, Mr. Cash that
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Writer(s): Larry Hall
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