Come On (feat. DJ Durel)

(Dj Durel)

Girl, come on (Come on)

It's time to get it, girl they playin' our song (It's my jam)

Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)

It's time to get it (Let's get it)

Work that, twerk that till you got a hurt back

Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

Fuck a six figure ****, shit, he need to have eight

Call it Christmas on my wrist, 'cause he love to decorate

Was down, some diamonds on my bezel, now I got a different face

And they heard my shit sweet, now these **** want a taste

I like lead ****, street ****, spend on shopping spree ****

G ****, low-key, don't be in the scene ****

Clean ****, mean ****, type I need, ****

Ain't fuckin' with these hoes, disease free ****

Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana

I'm a boss ass bitch, call me Big Mama

The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada

If that **** don't pay, then he ain't about nada

Girl, come on (Come on)

It's time to get it, girl they playin' our song (It's my jam)

Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)

It's time to get it (Let's get it)

Work that, twerk that till you got a hurt back

Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

I got that come back ****, this that re-run

Make a **** cut a check, tax-refund

Where the boss **** at? I don't see none

Make it rain in this bitch, I wanna see ones (Period)

Too bad for a broke ****, where the dope dealers?

Straight out the 'bando to the fuckin' pros, ****

Where you at? It's a draft

Is you a first round pick, or you last? (Where the ballers at?)

Where my college bitches with the fat ass? (Where they at, though?)

So fly, give a **** jet-lag

You wanna murk that, twerk that till I got a hurt back?

Broke ****, back back, I'ma have to curve that

Girl, come on (Come on)

It's time to get it, girl they playin' our song (It's my jam)

Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)

It's time to get it (Let's get it)

Work that, twerk that till you got a hurt back

Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

If you love me, then tip right (Tip right)

'Cause we shouldn't leave after giving you a peek, it keeps the tip tight

Thanks for the invite, I know my IG pictures make me seem mean

But a bitch nice (Nice)

I like my mignon filet, I like my man grown, let me put it on your face

He want me in his Wraith and want me in his place (Facts)

By next week, I can have the key to his gate

Name in his will before he even see me naked

I become a bill, you can't get him to pay one

Pussy got him shittin' on his day ones

I don't even gotta say much

Girl, come on (Come on)

It's time to get it, girl they playin' our song (It's my jam)

Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)

It's time to get it (Let's get it)

Work that, twerk that till you got a hurt back

Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that