Miss Benzo - Hot Girl Summer (feat. Tre Digga)

I'm the one, y'all know me
Living life to the fullest, driven and classy
Ain't no one (Uh uh) gonna get past me
I'm an independent diva diamonds stay flashy
While your wasting your time, talkin shit bout me
Why don't you say it to my face before it gets nasty
While your replicating and tryna imitate me
Wait a minute muther fucker
What you say bout me?
Independent ladies can you stand up
You don't gotta please your man tonight your single
You got it got it
Drop it drop it
Ima leave my man at home
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we about the money money
Get money money
Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we bout the money money
Get money money
Drop drop it drop it low and well pick it up slow
Oo, I'm going out tonight
My ladies looking sexy and we feeling right
Like Ooo
Take him by surprise
Dolled up looking fly we bout to own the night
Me and my girls getting wasted (Sip sip)

Life's too short don't wanna waste it (Get lit)
Crop top shorts high waist-ed (Big drip)
Not about the drama tonight
Whatcha say?
I'm a conceited lady
Thought you already knew that thought I told you, baby
Whatcha think?
I'm in this bitch
But you already knew that cause you heard my shit
Whatcha know?
I'm about to blow
Downplaying my fame but you wont mention my name
What you want?
I'm not here to front
If I want it then I got it ima wear it out and flaunt it ahhh
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we bout the money money
Get money money
Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we bout the money money
Get money money
Drop drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Pardon my swag, get it hot do the numbers
Been froze all Winter now it's Hot Girl Summer
Zone, leave whoever it is you got at home
Cause' me and my niggas we got our pockets full grown
It's bout 11:30 got it jumpin jumpin
Little more 'trone got my eye on somethin (Ah)
Hair done and her nails done too
Outfit and the Fendi shoes (Rawr)
Steppin out, in the Lexus and Hummers (Right)
We do this thing called the fuck do we wanna (Like)
Poppin bottles yeah we look like a mission
Hand out limousine, roof top chi-chi-chillin
I'm finna kill it
Feel it like no other
When you feel the rumble then you gonna hear the thunder
When I'm yelling timber yeah chick could get the lumber
Why you chickens trippin said it's Hot Girl Summer!

Whatcha say?
I'm a conceited lady
Thought you already knew that thought I told you, baby
Whatcha think?
I'm in this bitch
But you already knew that cause you heard my shit
Whatcha know?
I'm about to blow
Downplaying my fame but you wont mention my name
What you want?
I'm not here to front
If I want it then I got it ima wear it out and flaunt it ahhh
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we bout the money money
Get money money
Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow
Ima leave my man at home
Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home
Ladies we bout the money money
Get money money
Drop drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Written by:
Dmitri Pereira, Mercedes Cameron

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