(Intro – Raekwon)
Yo, yo, yo what up?
This my ni**a right here man
F.A.B. what up ni**a
Mistah F.A.B. what up ni**a
(Chorus – Carl Thomas & Raekwon)
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Let’s get this know what I mean?
Women love men with money
Oh s**t you got my ni**a Carl on this too?
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
62 bottles, bring em over here man
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Stop playing man
Pretty girls, oh
Forreal man chill man chill
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Nah, not that one right there man
(Verse 1 – Raekwon)
Ayo this thing warmed up, unlawful as f**k
Chain swinging fouls, styling with enormous luck
Ni**a we richer than Obama
Llama’s on us out in the guianas
Bag something down ni**as I promise
Smoke skinny boy leathers
Sweats in the cuereras
Hundred thousand wrapped in the leather
Yo got bull boy money
To whip in them whips
I guess the bricks paid off
Now I’m back in the mix
Dice killas we the ice grillers
But you we stay on chill mode
Break a ni**a face he get real bold
The money that we be holding
Hell no laxing in the ill robe
There’s no rims that s**t is kill-over
Slums, true forties, and guns
Whoadies and ones, Matt Humble
Son’s will tumble, stay out the jungle, son one
Your favorite brother, hate on my lover
He’s a legend and his money won’t pay nothing
F**k with me
(Chorus – Carl Thomas & Mistah F.A.B.)
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Pretty girls, oh
Big bruh Chef man, I love you for that man
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Real talk
(Verse 2 – Mistah F.A.B.)
The first bottle to the Chef, toast to the Don
We definitly eating while you going through a ramadan
The ambiance of sixty bottles of Sean Don
Dope barrel hoodie, bad boy no Sean Jon
From Panama to Maui pretty girls popping molly
Roberto Cavallis, drop beemers drove by model hotties
A long way from being street scholars
To Saki Bombs and Benny Hana’s
Chilling lounging with pretty mamas
Cables and cabanas, no dress code at club Katana
And jewish lawyers got us laughing in court at your honor
I skipped school cause gear my had me embarrassed
Now it’s Rodeo Drive in L.A., champs in Paris
And everybody in my circle great
Yeah I’m a long way from section eight selling purple grape
To rocking with Rae, the creator of the purple tape
The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate
(Chorus – Carl Thomas & G-Eazy)
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Pretty girls, oh
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Yeah, haha
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
(Verse 3 – G-Eazy)
And last night I f**ked you wouldn’t guess who
Called the lobby told them I was bringing a guest through
Facts I’m not tryna impress you, but since I got some status
I get picky now with who I say yes to
She clings cause I’m young and successful
Notices we’re stuffed, and your belly is less full
And she becomes attached, cut her off, s**t is stressful
Feeling I don’t come to no rescue I don’t give her no refuge
We just f**k in a king bed
And I don’t drive her home I call the Uber out instead
I learn from my OGs that’s what the son of a pimp said
Hustle till you get the crown on top of a king’s head
Yeah, blowing bands life is grand I just had to say
It’s a blessing trading verses with F.A.B. and Rae
On the rocks drinking Buillet not Aleezay
All day forever after bread homie that’s the bay
Yeah, Eazy
(Chorus – Carl Thomas & Mistah F.A.B.)
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
Pretty girls, oh
Well all my ni**a’s just with that honey
Guys like pretty girls in the world
