Quality Control, City Girls, Saweetie, DJ Durel - Come On lyrics

DJ Durel

Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl
They playin' our song (This 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 back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back
Lift it up and murk that

Fuck a six figure nigga, 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 niggas want a taste
I like lead niggas, street niggas (Street)
Spend on shopping spree niggas (Spend it)
Low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (What you mean?)
Type I need nigga (Uh, huh)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes
(Disease free, nigga)
Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana
I'm a boss ass bitch, call me Big Mama
(Bitch)
The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada
(Woo) if that nigga don't pay then
He ain't about nada

Girl, come on (Icy, Come on)
It's time to get it, girl
They playin' our song (This 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 back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back
Lift it up and murk that

I got that come back, nigga, this that rerun
(Rerun)
Make a nigga cut a check, tax refund (Refund)
Where the boss niggas at? I don't see none
(Nah)
Make it rain in this bitch, I wanna see ones
(Period) too bad for a broke nigga
Where the dope dealers?
Straight out the bando to the fuckin' pros
Nigga (Where he at?)
Where you at? It's a draft (yeah)
Is you a first round pick or you last?
(Where the ballers at?)
Where my college bitches with a fat ass?
(Where they at though?)
So fly, give a nigga jet lag
You wanna murk that
Twerk that 'til I got a hurt back
Broke nigga, back back
I'ma have to curve that (Boy)

Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl
They playin' our song (This 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 back 'til 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 (yeah)
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
(Easy)
Name in his will before he even see me naked
I become a bill, you can't get him to pay one
(Bitch)
Pussy got him shittin' on his day ones
I don't even gotta say much (Period)

Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl
They playin' our song (This 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 back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back
Lift it up and murk that