Songtexte Pretty Girls - DOM KENNEDY , Jay 305

We all here
Pretty girls, all the pretty girls now
Call the promoters

All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
All this dough, call the promoters
All this dough, call the promoters
All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
Call the promoters, call the promoters
Call the promoters, call the promoters

Call the promoters, we finna go up
I fell in the crazy girls, it's time to go up
Gucci tracksuit, I was fly
Threw about a thousand at one time
Came with like ten, I was nine (Damn)
I'ma leave with her if she so fine
Bet you I could get her, I'm a California lizard
Dicking bitches down, Riverside to downtown

And a nigga van stay fresh
We popped twenty-nine bottles of Moët
Shit, and ain't came down, so if you take a look around
All my niggas look familiar and we will be remembered, ayy

All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
All this dough, call the promoters
All this dough, call the promoters
All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
Call the promoters, call the promoters
Call the promoters, call the promoters

Time to make my presence felt
Dickies, two thousand dollars for the Balmain belt
Rookies, step your game up 'fore you bring my name up
Crenshaw District, pretty bitches and gang members

Ayy, look
And it's a lot of game in the air when I let these thoughts out
Time to step it up, whole clique bossed out
Ugly bitches on your record like it doesn't all count
Paid twelve hundred just to post some spades out
Been signed a bottle, gave it to her like, "Huh?"
I told niggas in 2008 I was the one
Cam Newton moves, next play gon' be a blockbuster
Played some OPM and it got the whole spot jumpin'

All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
All this dough, call the promoters
All this dough, call the promoters
All these hoes, where the pretty girls at?
All this dough, where the boss bitches at?
Call the promoters, call the promoters
Call the promoters, call the promoters

Keep that ass bouncin'
I don't wanna hear nothing out your mouth, baby
I want it to come all out that ass
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
Answer the phone when a real nigga call, biatch
OPM, we don't need no friends, bitch
It's all about fuckin' and makin' money
Fuckin' and makin' money