DWMT Lyrics

Alright, alright, y'all know the vibes, man

Y'all know what time it is

It's summertime, ladies, that mean it's your time

It's ladies night

Every night, go ahead and grab your best friends, baby

Y'all know what time it is

Ayo, Dre, I'ma need you to do something for me, baby

Turn up for the ladies

You know I got you, right

Ayo, ladies, something for y'all to get loose to

Cause you ain't got time to fuck around with broke men

New year, outside, back open

Call the girls up, tell them it's that time again

Popping bottles all night, till the club end

Taking shots, time to put that back in motion

Drop it low, girl, drop it to the floor then

Got Chanel, Louis bags, and them Birkins

Oh you working

Yeah, girl, it's working

You know what to do

You be rocking Jimmy Choo

You ain't phased by no chain, or no Fendi shoes

You make your own rules

Hair done, makeup did, nails did too

You fuck nigga free

You and the whole crew

You pull up to the game, court side, pro move

Bitches stay talking about you, yeah, that's old news

Life got you gassed up, time to hit the club

Gotta go and make that ass jump

Gotta show em' up, girl, yeah

Yeah, you one of one

You the only one

Partying like you 21, trying to have some fun

If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing

If they ain't balling all summer, they ain't seeing nothing

For real

Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience

Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations

You want something real, you don't want no fake shit

You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play shit

Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience

Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations

You want something real, you don't want no fake shit

You ain't with the games, you ain't on no play

Alright, alright, look, look, look

I need y'all to get to the floor

Stop being scared

Grab your best friend

Grab everybody

And it's time to turn up

Let's go

Ayy, girl, you acting up

See it in your actions, but you back it up

Pretty face, slim waist

Girl, you bad as fuck

Had them hoes sick, looking mad as fuck

Tell them boss up, baby, tell them boss up

Got the Rollie on the wrist, let that thing hit

Look them in they eyes, tell them think big, bitch

Think big, bitch, tell them think big, bitch

They in last place, but the first to talk shit

Silly hoes, zero dollars in they bank, though

100K on you oh, you keep a bankroll

You be talking moves, talking Turks and Caicos

Showing off that summer body, hit them angles

Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl

Show me something, girl, go on, show me something, girl

Hit them angles, go on, show me something, girl

Let me see what you on

Let me see what you see

Let me see what you see

Let me see what you see

Let me see it, ay

Let me see what you see

Let me see what you see

Let me see what you see

Let me see it, ay

Girl, it's the weekend

Go and get the drinks in

All your girls yelling out, go best friend

Best friend, go best friend

You ain't stressing

Getting money, baby girl, you be flexing

Leave the past in the past, talking exes

You in a better place now than your ex is

You ain't stressing, nah, you ain't stressing

You be flexing for real

Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience

Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations

You want something real, you don't want no fake shit

You ain't with the games, you ain't on the play shit

Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience

Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations

You want something real, you don't want no fake shit

You don't want to fake shit