Girls Go Down - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

D— D— D— DJ FMCT

DJ Bandz, oh, man

She said it's yours, finesse, I call her

Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure-for sure

My young niggas blitzin', my opps went missin'

Way up, no ceilings, can't have no feelings

When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin'

Before they took my style, my style was different

She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle

When all the girls go down (Go down, stay down)

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel

Do you know what I paid for these chains? Why would I be mad if you stare at 'em?

We don't do Murciélagos, never dress like a mannequin

Balenciaga cargo, stay in the cut like some bandages

I bought my bitches new ass and titties

He mad, keep pushin', he reach, Steve Nash that nigga

Car keys to my city, they don't get it

I'm a dog like "Grr" from the X, my nigga, look

I pulled up in Louis V sandals, my hat is by Eric Emanuel (Huh?)

You know what I paid for these chains? Why would I be mad if you stare at 'em? (Huh?)

We don't do Murciélagos, I never dress like a mannequin (Mannequin)

Balenciaga cargos, be in the cut like we bandages (Bandages, huh?)

My city like a war zone and that's why I stay with my savages

Walk in through the side door, snuck in the club, brought the hammer in

Bust the pussy wide open, she told me I couldn't handle it

Put it in her backbone, needed a little more stamina

I used to take a cab home, it was a little embarrassing

And now I got my racks up, I'll turn your block to a charity

When you spin the block, don't do it in front of the cameras

I'm like a walkin' Lotto, three hundred K for appearances

She said "It's yours," haha, I laughed

Of course, finesse, I called her, finesse her, for sure, for sure

My young niggas blitzin', my opps (Ha) went missin'

Way up, no ceilings, can't have no feelings

Can't have no ceilings, can't have no feelings

Can't have no ceilings, can't have no feelings

Can't have no ceilings, can't have no feelings

Can't have no ceilings, can't have no feelings (When all the lights go out, my ice still hittin')

Can't have no ceilings, can't have no feelings (Before they took my style, my style was different)

She throw that ass around, it twirl, it jiggle

She throw that ass around, uh, uh