Uh, Miami (ah, yeah)
Yeah (ah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah)
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it? (Huh)
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute (yeah)
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin' (uh, uh)
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin' (uh, uh, nah)
Face down, ass up, slut me out (slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said, "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out (period)
Handcuff, left-right, both cheeks
Housekeeper knockin', still f*ckin' up the sheets (ah)
Tip the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a weak bitch, you know it ain't me (period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit (spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (ah, ah)
Lay it down
Lay it motherf*ckin' down
(From the city, pussy good, face pretty, uh) ayy, JT, yeah
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of niggas (yeah)
I just I think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (what?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hitty (ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, mine go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (none)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to f*ck (ow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherf*ckin' Philly, uh
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
Face Down Video (MV)
Performed By: City Girls
Written by: Amir Jenkins, Caresha Brownlee, Christopher Wongwon, David Hobbs, Jatavia Johnson, Luther Campbell, Mark Ross, Marlon Goodwin, Michael Len William II, Pierre Slaughter, Premro Smith, Tristan Jones
City Girls - Face Down Lyrics
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Uh, Miami (ah, yeah)
Yeah (ah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah)
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it? (Huh)
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute (yeah)
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin' (uh, uh)
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin' (uh, uh, nah)
Face down, ass up, slut me out (slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said, "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out (period)
Handcuff, left-right, both cheeks
Housekeeper knockin', still f*ckin' up the sheets (ah)
Tip the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a weak bitch, you know it ain't me (period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit (spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (ah, ah)
Lay it down
Lay it motherf*ckin' down
(From the city, pussy good, face pretty, uh) ayy, JT, yeah
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of niggas (yeah)
I just I think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (what?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hitty (ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, mine go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (none)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to f*ck (ow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherf*ckin' Philly, uh
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
Yeah (ah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah)
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it? (Huh)
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute (yeah)
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin' (uh, uh)
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin' (uh, uh, nah)
Face down, ass up, slut me out (slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said, "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out (period)
Handcuff, left-right, both cheeks
Housekeeper knockin', still f*ckin' up the sheets (ah)
Tip the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a weak bitch, you know it ain't me (period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit (spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (ah, ah)
Lay it down
Lay it motherf*ckin' down
(From the city, pussy good, face pretty, uh) ayy, JT, yeah
Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of niggas (yeah)
I just I think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (what?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hitty (ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, mine go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (none)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to f*ck (ow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherf*ckin' Philly, uh
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
Writer: Amir Jenkins, Caresha Brownlee, Christopher Wongwon, David Hobbs, Jatavia Johnson, Luther Campbell, Mark Ross, Marlon Goodwin, Michael Len William II, Pierre Slaughter, Premro Smith, Tristan Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group