Summertime ft. Quan The Don Lyrics

Bad bitch with me, she gon' do a trick for me

Pack that shit, take a hit for me

Shake that ass bitch, do a split for me

Bad bitch with me, she gon' do a trick for me ayy

I'm in the Bay, got a bad bitch with me

She do it way better than my last lil' bitty

She don't want your money, she can cash out 50

I can make it rain, shake that ass now, baby

I'm like, ooh, oh, you tryna make some cash, She look back at me, I'm like

What she really boutta do

I can make her pop it for the profit Ain't no stoppin' me from

What I'm boutta do

Let me see you move, let me see what you could do

Got her screamin' out, like, ooh, ayy My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong and I'ma really have to shoot

Summertime, had a bad bitch text me

Now I'm in the drop, gettin' top that, Becky

She know that I'm solid, we ain't never on sketchy

Million dollar netty, remember I was sellin' Reggie

Had big white rocks like I'm Ed, Edd n Eddy

Really know the gang, we'll pull up like a wedgie

But let me calm down, I've been sippin' on this Henny, ayy

It's been a minute since I kicked it with the setty, ayy

I just wanna smoke and have a bad bitch with me

I don't need her money, I got stacks and I'm friendly

She don't need my money, she can cash out 50

Ayy, she just let me hit it from the back now, baby

I'm like, ooh, oh, you tryna make some cash she look back at me, I'm like

What she really boutta do

I could make her pop it for the profit ain't no stoppin' me from what I'm boutta do

Let me see you move, let me see what you could do

Got her screamin' out like, ooh, ayy My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong and I'ma really have to shoot

She make that lil' booty go boink

I asked that lil' bitch, what you doin'

Then she made it flip like a coin

She do splits like she don't got a groin

And if she got a friend, she could join Nigga got knots like I just fought Floyd

And this gas way too strong, it's on roids

So she hit it one time, then she's fine

I might hit it three times through the night

She ain't never need a nigga in her life

Got a bag, she gon' spend it on whatever she likes

Pop a tag, spend a couple bands, ain't care about the price

She posting pictures, she don't care about the likes

She ain't tryna catch a attitude, she tryna catch a flight

We be vibin' at a altitude that you ain't never climbed

She gon' do a trick for me, she got money on her mind

Ouuu oh you tryna make some cash, she look back at me

I'm like, what she really boutta do

I could make her pop it for the profit, ain't no stoppin' me from what I'm boutta do

Let me see you move, let me see what you could do, got her screamin' out like ooh, ayy

My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong

And I'ma really have to shoot