Come On (feat. DJ Durel) Song Lyrics

Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (Let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

Fuck a six figure nigga, shit, he need to have eight
Call it Christmas on my wrist 'cause he love to decorate
Was down some diamonds on my bezel, now I got a different face
And they heard my shit sweet, now these niggas want a taste
I like lead niggas, street niggas (Street),
spend on shopping spree niggas (Spend it)
Low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (What you mean?)
Type I need nigga (Uh-huh)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes (Disease free, nigga)
Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana,
I'm a boss ass bitch, call me Big Mama
(Bitch)
The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada (Woo)
If that nigga don't pay then he ain't about nada