Pretty Girls - Mistah F.A.B., G-Eazy, Raekwon

Yo, yo, yo what up?

This my nigga right here man

F.A.B.

what up nigga

Mistah F.A.B.

what up nigga

Guys like pretty girls in the world

(Let's get this know what I mean?)

Women love men with money

(Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)

A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan

(62 bottles, bring em over here man)

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

Pretty girls, pretty girls

(Stop playing man)

Pretty girls, oh

(Forreal man chill man chill)

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

(Nah, not that one right there man)

Ayo this thing warmed up, unlawful as fuck

Chain swinging fouls, styling with enormous luck

Nigga we richer than Obama

Llama’s on us out in the guianas

Bag somethin down niggas I promise

Smoke skinny boy leathers

sweats in the cuereras

Hundred thousand wrapped in the leather

Yo got bull boy money

To whip in them whips

I guess the bricks paid off

Now I’m back in the mix

Dice killas we the ice grillers

But you we stay on chill mode

Break a nigga face he get real bold

The money that we be holding

Hell no 'laxin' in the ill robe

There’s no rims that shit is kill-over

Slums, true forties, and guns

Whoadies and ones, Matt Humble

Son’s will tumble, stay out the jungle, son one

Your favorite brother, hate on my lover

He’s a legend and his money won’t pay nothing

Fuck with me

Guys like pretty girls in the world

Women love men with money

A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

Pretty girls, pretty girls

Pretty girls, oh

(Big bruh Chef man, I love you for that man)

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

(Real talk)

The first bottle to the Chef, toast to the Don

We definitly eating while you going through a ramadan

The ambiance of sixty bottles of Sean Don

Dope barrel hoodie, bad boy no Sean Jon

From Panama to Maui pretty girls poppin' molly

Roberto Cavallis, drop beemers drove by model hotties

A long way from being street scholars

To Saki Bombs and Benny Hana’s

Chilling lounging with pretty mamas

Cables and cabanas, no dress code at club Katana

And jewish lawyers got us laughing in court at your honor

I skipped school cause gear my had me embarrassed

Now it’s Rodeo Drive in L.A., champs in Paris

And everybody in my circle great

Yeah I’m a long way from section eight selling purple grape

To rocking with Rae, the creator of the purple tape

The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate

Guys like pretty girls in the world

Women love men with money

A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

Pretty girls, pretty girls

Guys like pretty girls in the world

Pretty girls, oh

Guys like pretty girls in the world

(Yeah, haha)

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

And last night I fucked you wouldn’t guess who

Called the lobby told them I was bringing a guest through

Facts I’m not tryna impress you, but since I got some status

I get picky now with who I say yes to

She clings cause I’m young and successful

Notices we’re stuffed, and your belly is less full

And she becomes attached, cut her off, shit is stressful

Feeling I don’t come to no rescue I don’t give her no refuge

We just fuck in a king bed

And I don’t drive her home I call the Uber out instead

I learn from my OGs that’s what the son of a pimp said

Hustle till you get the crown on top of a king’s head

Yeah, blowing bands life is grand I just had to say

It’s a blessing trading verses with F.A.B.

and Rae

On the rocks drinking Buillet not Aleezay

All day forever after bread homie that’s the bay

Yeah, Eazy

Guys like pretty girls in the world

Women love men with money

A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

Pretty girls, pretty girls

Pretty girls, oh

Well all my nigga’s just with that honey

Guys like pretty girls in the world