Hot Girl Summer (Radio Edit) ft. Tre Digga Lyrics

I'm the one, y'all know me

Living life to the fullest, driven and classy

Ain't no one (Uh uh) gonna get past me

I'm an independent diva diamonds stay flashy

While your wasting your time, talkin **** bout me

Why don't you say it to my face before it gets nasty

While your replicating and tryna imitate me

Wait a minute muther *****

What you say bout me?

Independent ladies can you stand up

You don't gotta please your man tonight your single

You got it got it

Drop it drop it

Ima leave my man at home

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we about the money money

Get money money

Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we bout the money money

Get money money

Drop drop it drop it low and well pick it up slow

Oo, I'm going out tonight

My ladies looking sexy and we feeling right

Like Ooo

Take him by surprise

Dolled up looking fly we bout to own the night

Me and my girls getting wasted (Sip sip)

Life's too short don't wanna waste it (Get lit)

Crop top shorts high waist-ed (Big drip)

Not about the drama tonight

Whatcha say?

I'm a conceited lady

Thought you already knew that thought I told you, baby

Whatcha think?

I'm in this ****

But you already knew that cause you heard my ****

Whatcha know?

I'm about to blow

Downplaying my fame but you wont mention my name

What you want?

I'm not here to front

If I want it then I got it ima wear it out and flaunt it ahhh

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we bout the money money

Get money money

Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we bout the money money

Get money money

Drop drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Pardon my swag, get it hot do the numbers

Been froze all Winter now it's Hot Girl Summer

Zone, leave whoever it is you got at home

Cause' me and my **** we got our pockets full grown

It's bout 11:30 got it jumpin jumpin

Little more 'trone got my eye on somethin (Ah)

Hair done and her nails done too

Outfit and the Fendi shoes (Rawr)

Steppin out, in the Lexus and Hummers (Right)

We do this thing called the **** do we wanna (Like)

Poppin bottles yeah we look like a mission

Hand out limousine, roof top chi-chi-chillin

I'm finna kill it

Feel it like no other

When you feel the rumble then you gonna hear the thunder

When I'm yelling timber yeah chick could get the lumber

Why you chickens trippin said it's Hot Girl Summer!

Whatcha say?

I'm a conceited lady

Thought you already knew that thought I told you, baby

Whatcha think?

I'm in this ****

But you already knew that cause you heard my ****

Whatcha know?

I'm about to blow

Downplaying my fame but you wont mention my name

What you want?

I'm not here to front

If I want it then I got it ima wear it out and flaunt it ahhh

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we bout the money money

Get money money

Drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow

Ima leave my man at home

Ima ima ima ima leave my man at home

Ladies we bout the money money

Get money money

Drop drop it drop it low and we'll pick it up slow