[Intro: Deela] It's tough being so fine Girls blaming me cause they nigga acting outta line It's nice being so fine Kick back do nothing, everything still aligns It girl but I party hard Hungover on a Tuesday Blow bills, reckless Like it's my fuckin' birthday Walk round, head high Treat it like a runway I, I walk it like a runway
[Verse: Coco] I need a venti straight to the dome Your mans hit me up he wanna know I'm home Driving through the hills no cares, no phone If you need clue you better call Tyrone Big pout, legs out, and my lips stay juicy We only drink that Grey, loosey goosey Give it to me straight, nothing fruity Atlanta girlies with the homegrown booties I'm hittin' the road Twenty four seven But when I see you On my phone There's no question Life of the party every day of the week Gucci on my eyes, Uggs on my feet Driving through the hills But I'm thinking about us in the passenger seat
[Chorus: Clair Clair] Monday I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya And Tuesday Still got a lot of work to do I'm sorry You know I wanna be with you I'm in the hills, on the way Thursday I'm hoping that I hear from you ‘Cus Friday I only wanna see my boo My baby It doesn't matter what we do I'm in the hills, on the way
[Verse: Deela] I ain't got no clock so call me when you wanna party Good vibes only, bring the bubbly Got dressed up, I look like a barbie So tell me where all the boys at, get started Work on my line, I press decline You my fave so call anytime Let's go out on your dime Gotta be cute, my love ain't blind It's true, thinking ‘bout you I couldn't buy all your love, but you know I'd wish to So I bounce to the next on a pogo stick And I'm still outside ‘cus I know your tricks And I'm not that bitch to fall for your shit Still I miss you bad, and your crazy stick Uh Them others fools gold, but I love the hunt bad I like to play hard, work fast, get cash I'd like to keep it, sweet girl but I'd freak it I love The Hills bad, damn, I love The Weeknd I wear my heart on my sleeve, I hate the pretense Still I'll keep my guard up like a defence With a golden girl in the golden state Mesmerised I see, you made no mistake One of one no competition and it's no debate I'm at every party, making niggas think it's fate
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