[Intro]
Straynané

[Verse 1: Owen & Dree Low]
Every time I leave the house, it's motherfucking stress
She wants to chill with an G because she knows we do it best
Have a bad bitch which is nasty, she freaks out when we have sex
Here there no slaking, if you snitch, you get put out
Invest drugs and weapon, stand in the center, throw flex
We make a living on crime because it's crime we know the best
Man, my girl is crazy and she loves to give me head
And she's stuck on my dick because I fuck like a horse, ey
Goodbye, she is like good weed
Man, she's cute, from Uruguay
And when we go to bed, it's muay thai
We do it until it's morning, and she said, “Good night”
But it's good morning, let's do it twice
You cut me in the back, man, what a samurai
She walked past the guys, they said “Aj, aj”
But, baby, you can never make me cry

[Chorus: Dree Low & Owen]
This girl she is sick, this girl she is bad
She wants to suck my dick, she wants to smoke my grass
Ey, she knows I'm rich, ey, she knows I have cash
Every time she gets my look, then she shakes her ass
She grabbed my dick and I spanked her ass
I just want to dip-dip, I'm not here to flirt
And I spray on your face like if it was a fucking mag
No time for any bitch, get the money, get the bag
[Verse 3: Dree Low & Owen]
Flip, chill, flip, chill, this girl makes me horny
Drink whiskey, smoke Havana, you think I'm Tony
She said, “Top Class Music is bigger than Sony”
She said, “Dree, you're the best”, I looked around and said, “You understand?”
Ugh, she is like Nicki (Yeah)
And I said “You're my love” (Yeah)
I was nice and a lite fast (Yeah)
Don't want to be a cunt, yeah, yeah, yeah
She makes me horny, I get hard, she is wet, she is tight
Girls love our song, and we love with them
No love and stuff, just fuck then we gone
Smoke hash, get blowed, ey, what do you know about that?
Ey, what do you know about that? Ey, what do you know about that?
If you're not here to fuck, girl, get out of here
I don't want to be a cunt, I'm just honest and stuff
If you talk about girlfriend, swear, it's my art

[Chorus: Dree Low & Owen]
This girl she is sick, this girl she is bad
She wants to suck my dick, she wants to smoke my grass
Ey, she knows I'm rich, ey, she knows I have cash
Every time she gets my look, then she shakes her ass
She grabbed my dick and I spanked her ass
I just want to dip-dip, I'm not here to flirt
And I spray on your face like if it was a fucking mag
No time for any bitch, get the money, get the bag