Gangstas Make The Girls Go Wild - The Game, Chris Brown

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 medicate 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 V.I.P.

surrounded by yellow tape

And it’s my twenty-second year 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

And 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

Girl, 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 an 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

And 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

Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild