[Chorus: Weensey]
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke,
Ask 'em what do they know, ask 'em can we go?
Pretty girls, sunshine in the air,
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere.
[Verse 1: Wale]
Bass to the floor right now, what up,
A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky
When I'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute.
Admire your style and your physique,
And I ain't tryna critique but you deserve a good drink, so what's up?
What you sippin' on, it's no problem,
Black and gold bottles like I'm pro-New Orleans,
But, shorty, I'm far from a Saint,
But I got two Am-Ex's that look the same way.
Wale, D.C. that's me, huh,
My Prada say Prada, and they Prada say Fila,
I ain't gotta tell you, they know about me, huh!
Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer,
See, baby, I'm a leader, day away from a Libra,
And I ain't tryna lead you wrong, sugar, I need ya.
So would you, please, listen to what I'ma need from you,
Live for tonight before tomorrow's amnesia.
[Chorus: Weensey]
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke,
Ask 'em what do they know, ask 'em can we go?
Pretty girls, sunshine in the air,
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere.
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Hey, girl, say, girl, ain't no time to play, girl,
Imma tell Sean Taylor I want that girl.
Yeah, they call me Gucci, but Imma buy you Louis,
Yellow stones on my wrist remind me of a slushy,
Girl so fine, wanna ride me like a Huffy.
Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride,
Country girl, city girls, love to float by me,
Got her in the bed with kid, straight wildin.
Took her to the club, bought her three more bottles,
She from Rhode Island, Atlanta, I reside in.
Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor,
Asian, Black, Caucasian or Blasian.
Persuasin' so amazing, it's amazing,
How they stand there, cuffed up, patient
Waitin' for the perfect time for conversation,
My observation tell me that she Gucci's baby.
[Chorus: Weensey]
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke,
Ask 'em what do they know, ask 'em can we go?
Pretty girls, sunshine in the air,
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere.
[Bridge:]
Ugly girls be quiet, pretty girls clap, clap like this!
Ugly girls be quiet, pretty girls clap, clap like this!
[Verse 3: Wale]
Okay, you have ‘em in amazement, switchin' four lanes
In that 09' Range while I'm singin' old Tre shit:
“Let's just dance, come around my way
You can hit some J's.”
It's like this all day,
Okay, my name Wale, they probably know me from the you know.
Boss in my Hugo, floss like my tooth hurt,
My flow is on Pluto, them rollings ain't plutons,
And a nigga have ‘em beefin' on who gon' twist up my new growth.
Ha, yeah, shorty, that's G-shit,
Tokyo spinners, yeah, shorty, that's G-shit,
Please, get hip to that new D.C. shit.
On my PG shit, I ain't finna keep them,
And I be with P, so I got BBC shit,
Even if I didn't, I would ball like Arenas, swish!
Now, shorty, this is what I'ma need from you,
Live for tonight before tomorrow's amnesia.
[Chorus: Weensey]
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke,
Ask 'em what do they know, ask 'em can we go?
Pretty girls, sunshine in the air,
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere.
[Bridge:]
Ugly girls be quiet, pretty girls clap, clap like this!
Ugly girls be quiet, pretty girls clap, clap like this!