Bring It On

Seven baby, yea

I'm talking to you

What?

Tell em bring it on

Chilling in the club with this Rolex on

Two bad b*****s, tell em bring it on

Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, what's that?

Guwap in this b***h, I got it going on

Got your girlfriend's number in my cellphone

Cellphone, tell her bring it on

Bring it on, b***h what?

Got my top drop riding all summer long

Bad b*****s in a thong, keep your panties on

Keep your panties on, **** her while you're home

Call me Mr. Wrong

You don't like Gucci, but your b*****s do

And you ain't even pay me for that shit I fronted you

And you couldn't even be the Guwap if you wanted to

These niggas on to you, but that's the shit that money do

These snitches like the [?], man they just as honest

I heard they told em, b***h that I just spent 20 at honors

The b***h they throwing rocks at us, I know they got binoculars

Tell em that the Bentley that I got collect 400 books

A million cash'll shut you up, birthday bash at echo's bus

With foreign b*****s smoking weed, I know the bus [?] lean

I scratch some more, we smoking shit

I cook a key up, [?] key

That's less for you but more for me

I'm on the streets but bless the beat