Pretty Girls ft. Louie Ray Lyrics

Travitana ran it up, Burgundy, is that you

They gon' say that I was real when I make it

He was finna shoot, had his arm up, but he was shakin

Caught me in the loop, three hoes in Vegas, this a vacation

Fuck when they do, I be worried when they not hatin

We keep drink like we need it, but we not patient

I get money bags too, nigga, I gave it

Next big bag I touch, nigga, I'm savin

Fast cars, don't be surprised to see us out racin

Go out with different hoes daily, but I'm not datin

I smell like Zy and Kehlani, nigga, not stankin

Whoop a nigga ass, we gon' do spankings

Ninety dollars a box, these shoecases

I told bro to lay low for a minute, don't catch no case

Jump out with a shiesty on it, can't catch my face

Lost everything I just had, I can't catch a break

You can be whatever, nine days, they accept the fate

Switched out the numbers, I'm the scat, I'm in debt with tape

Had so much dope one time, I ain't stretch the A

When it's slow, one play can adjust the day

Yo hood goin' through street shit, then invest the K

I fuck with April like I do, cause she next to May

Baby got some money on the floor, let me check the dates

You're pretty with your fine ass

Yeah, pretty girls, pretty girls

You're pretty with your fine ass

Pretty girls, pretty girls

You're pretty with your fine ass

Yeah, pretty girls, pretty girls

You're pretty with your fine ass

Yeah, pretty girls, pretty girls

You're pretty with your fine ass

Yeah, I-get ywe

Pretty girls, pretty girls

I get this spinnin', poppin' heads to they six feet

I got bad bitches wearin' them lines, screamin' picnic

Bro don't need no pills, he'll spin until he dizzy

Now talkin' sandwich buns, they are bullets, turn them crispy

Lil' bitch on go, she gon' fuck me in the Bentley

All these blues in my pocket, think I fuck around with nips

At the penthouse, I got hoes poppin' teeth

Hunts or walk, we not sippin' on pink whip

Blowin' on some strong, get it sticky

The city I come from, it can't get weak

In the hills, I can't wait to touch the mill

Bitch says she wanna have my children

You get in our field and catch a bullet, T.Y. Hill

Precisions with my shots, I'm not shootin' that Seville

Chain dancin' with the devil, reach for this, you will get stepped on

Aimin' for the head, why the fuck you got a vest on

Money boy shit, it's not shit to get my neck from

Let the music speak, steady talkin' bout who next on

I'll be in block and drop 60 like I'm Leakstone

I'm not trickin' for these hugs, but throw that ass for me

She look me dead in my eyes, she know I'm cash money

My chain full of all these carrots like I'm Bugs Bunny

I'm with D-Boy, I'm with Louis, yeah, that's perfect timing

Money boy shit

Money boy