The Game – Gangsters Make the Girls Go Wild lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
G-G-Girls go wild
Make the girls go wild

[Verse 1: The Game]
Hundred million dollars and we straight (And we straight)
Summer rush, Yamahas 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 meditate 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
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Right now, let your hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up (Up)
And nothin' but a G thang (G thang)
Always strapped up, no problem, oh (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke (Smoke, ooh)
Bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card now
Gangstas make the girls go wild

[Verse 2: The Game]
.38s on the Rezvani 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 OBJ
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"
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Right now (Right now), let your hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up (Up, ooh)
And nothin' but a G thang (G thang, oh-whoa)
Always strapped up, no problem, oh (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby (Ooh)
I want all the smoke, woo (Smoke, ooh)
Bring it over here, baby (Ooh)
Got you on call, bang on this, babe (Oh, bang it, baby)
I'ma pull your card now
Gangstas make the girls go wild (Gangstas make, yeah)