Chris Brown, The Game - Gangstas Make The Girls Go Wild lyrics

Girls go wild (Girls go wild)
Make the girls go wild

Hundred million dollars and we straight
(And we straight)
Summer rush, yeah
I'ma house out on that lake
(On that lake)
Granny told me, "Go be great" (Go be great)
Drip like the kitchen sink while
You smilin' in they face
Yeah
Never late, forever straight
Heavyweights, don't make us demonstrate
Industry niggas be actin' hella fake
Let me smoke and medicate before I
Fuck around and catch a case
Shit, we do this every day
They hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living
Room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some Blood
We don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club
We got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the V.I.P. surrounded by yellow tape
And it's my twenty-second year
Off of Section 8
Might kiss Ella Mai in the
Mouth just to celebrate

Rain down
Let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though
And nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air
Baby
I want all the smoke, bring it over here
Baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card
Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild

.38s on the reds vonny tank
Black and gold
Breeze through like a New Orleans Saint
DM your bitch, think I ain't?
Gon' hit the Met Gala steps with
Her drippin' like some wet paint
Do what I want, nigga, this L.A
I hit a switch and had
The Impala squeakin' like Michel'le
And this chain cost a hundred K
Try to take it
I catch fades like Obie Jay
We out in Vegas playin'
Spades at the Mandalay
We gotta make it, shit
It really ain't no other way
Stay dangerous
Keep it on you 'case you gotta spray
Try and get all your niggas out the
Hood and buy some real estate
Motivate, been 15 years since
I sold an eighth
Ten bands in every pocket
Got me feelin' overweight
My ex bitch came back
Around like a rollerskate
I told her ass, "If you can't roll a blunt
You can't roll the Wraith"

Rain down
Let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though
And nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air
Baby
I want all the smoke, bring it over here
Baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card
Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild