(Girls go wild)
(Make the girls go wild)

Hundred million dollars and we straight (and we straight)
Summer rush, yeah, I'ma house out on that lake (on that lake)
Granny told me, "Go be great" (go be great)
Drip like the kitchen sink while you smilin' in they face, yeah
Never late, forever straight
Heavyweights, don't make us demonstrate
Industry niggas be actin' hella fake
Let me smoke and meditate before I fuck around and catch a case
Shit, we do this every day, they hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by yellow tape
And it's my 22nd off of Section 8
Might kiss Ella Mai in the mouth just to celebrate

Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though, ain't nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (no problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party
Blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke
Bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card, now
Gangstas make the girls go wild

.38s on the reds vonny tank
Black and gold, breeze through like a New Orleans Saint
Dm your bitch, think I ain't?
Gon' hit the Met Gala steps with her drippin' like some wet paint
Do what I want, nigga, this L.A.
I hit a switch and had the Impala squeakin' like Michel'le
And this chain cost a hundred K
Try to take it
I catch fades like Obie Jay
We out in Vegas playin' spades at the Mandalay
We gotta make it, shit, it really ain't no other way
Stay dangerous, keep it on you case you gotta spray
Try and get all your niggas out the hood and buy some real estate
Motivate, been 15 years since I sold a eighth
Ten bands in every pocket got me feelin' overweight
My ex bitch came back around like a rollerskate
I told her ass, "If you can't roll a blunt, you can't roll the Wraith"

Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though, ain't nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (no problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party
Blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke, bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card
Gangstas make the girls go wild

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher Brown, Jayceon Terrell Taylor