Oh Girl

[Intro]
Ah, yeah

[Chorus]
All good, all good, don't get too wasted in here
Got a vodka Alizé to last us all through the year
We meetin' with the homies for the [?] in the hills
Saucy droppin' off me, just like this, just like this

[Post-Chorus]
Got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits
Damn, it fine, though
Shawty out here tryna score a lick
Damn, it fine, though
She playin' like she in the entourage
Damn, it fine, though
Eyes lit the fuck up from the stars
Damn, it fye, damn, it fye

[Verse 1]
Pass some haters in the [stay?], they don't want no smoke
Tell my mama, be, I'll be the man, facts, ain't go broke
Yeah, I throw my city on my back, ho, that's where I'm from
Plaques on plaques on plaques on plaques on plaques
You already know

[Pre-Chorus]
So don't ask me no questions for yo' baby
She gon' ask me how I been, tryna cash out all these wins
She gon' lie to ya, say it's complicated
She go out with all friends tryna drink and body Xans, yeah

[Chorus]
All good, all good, don't get too wasted in here
Got a vodka Alizé to last us all through the year
We meetin' with the homies for the [?] in the hills
Saucy droppin' off me, just like this, just like this

[Post-Chorus]
Got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits
Damn, it fine, though
Shawty out here tryna score a lick
Damn, it fine, though
She playin' like she in the entourage
Damn, it fine, though
Eyes lit the fuck up from the stars
Damn, it fye, damn, it fye

[Verse 2]
Why's she tryna dance on me (If you in the club watchin'?)
It's the way she sing my name (Usin' men to the playlist)
Man, I'm sorry that you came ('Cause you had to be here to witness)
This is just how I be, this is just how they actin' (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
So don't ask me no questions for yo' baby
She gon' ask me how I been, tryna cash out all these wins
She gon' lie to ya, say it's complicated
She go out with all friends tryna drink and body Xans, yeah

[Chorus]
All good, all good, don't get too wasted in here
Got a vodka Alizé to last us all through the year
We meetin' with the homies for the [?] in the hills
Saucy droppin' off me, just like this, just like this

[Post-Chorus]
Got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits, got hits
Damn, it fine, though
Shawty out here tryna score a lick
Damn, it fine, though
She playin' like she in the entourage
Damn, it fine, though
Eyes lit the fuck up from the stars
Damn, it fye, damn, it fye