E Money

[Chorus: Bleverly Hills]
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

[Verse 1: Bleverly Hills]
Ay, she poppin' in Prada, she popped a molly
Ay, graduate college, she got the honors
Ay, hot like wasabi she need a water
Ay, hot like the summer I need a water
Yeah, they think it's a jungle
I need her number, see what's under them tight jeans
You makin' me love it
She get it from mama, she look like Nicki Minaj
She said bitch you might be catchin' me rollin'
I'm just tryna give you suggestions
You could take 'em if you wanted, I won't regret shit
I know you got them other dudes in line, I'm your best bet
You should give me time, bring your best friend
Girl, will you let me
Slide on through, light one too, why not two, yeah
Your old man hate me
We should probably let bygones do what bygones do
If that ain't cool, well at least a motherfucker tried

[Chorus: Bleverly Hills]
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god

[Verse 2: K.A.A.N]
(yes lawd)
I'm tryna make around the world in the map again
Like what's your name, I like your frame, you look West African
Remain the same, I never change like what you askin' me
You're Mona Lisa, flawless features
You a masterpiece, I seen it with my own two eyes
These motherfuckers can't conceive it like they got they tubes tied
Was one soul I get too high, that's okay
The flow is smooth as Oil of Olay, so watch your step please
Just stay outta the way 'cause we run this shit like a stampede
I just get it on, I'm gonna figure this shit out
In love with the rhythm, you could feel it, make her bounce
Woman love the L and niggas smoke it by the ounce
They're paying for the fact we was tryna show 'em how [?]
Illmatic I'm still at it, I'm bombin' like Bin Laden
This knowledge has been rationed, the prophet'll spit less
And y'all never ease pass me, y'all got it ass backwards, yes lawd

[Chorus: Bleverly Hills]
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
Girl, you thick like
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god