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

Girls go wild
Gangstas, girls go wild
Hundred million dollars and we straight
Summer rush, Yamaha's out on that lake
Granny told me "Go be great"
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 meditate
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 20 second year off of section eight
Might kiss Ella Mai in the mouth just to celebrate
Rain down
Let your 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
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it 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
Now, 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 is LA
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 in 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 your 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
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it 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
Now, gangstas make the girls go wild