D'Shaun - RichGurls lyrics

[Verse 1: D'Shaun] Good girls ain't no fun Bad girls ain't no good Smart girls wanna act dumb Rich girls wanna act hood Holup Dressed all in yo fit Drink all in yo cup High heels on yo feet Got dank all in yo blunt We both into the same things I like gold rings, I like pay days I like Balmain, I like cold drinks I like partying, I like to get away I like to stack the paper Spend the paper fast I like to treat my friends And pick up the tab I like party hopping I like a fat a** I like more money I like that math I like you I like you & My n***as here like your crew & The night here's almost through What y'all finna get into? Who? oh cool Tryna see what's popping w you Maybe get you back to the crib girl And you could spend a night or two Cuss your dress tight And your hair did Got gold all on yo necklace You out here acting reckless Yo ex man, yeah he ain't sh** I got room for one You gotta leave ya friends Is it love or lust it just all depends Boutta pull up Is you hopping in? Girl I must admire yo confidence Uh [Hook] Good girls ain't no fun Bad girls ain't no good Smart girls wanna act dumb Rich girls wanna act hood, x2 Y'all just some Rich girls acting hood Rich girls acting hood Rich girls acting hood These bad girls ain't no good [Verse 2] Alright Good girls ain't no fun Bad girls ain't no good Smart girls wanna act dumb Rich girls wanna act hood Holup Out here with yo girls Tryna take shots & then take pics Rocking gold chains & gold bracelets Straight alcohol no chasers You a bad girl With yo best friend Is she bout it ? No question Ball hard No Pac10 You love lights Cameras and action You like Michael Kors You like to swipe in stores You like keys keys Cuss keys open doors You like courtside Sitting on the floor You like a filled cup You like to pour pour You like you You like you & Honestly I like you too & My n***as here like yo crew What y'all finna get into? Who? oh cool Tryna see what's popping w you Maybe get you back to the crib girl And you could spend a night or two Cuss your dress tight And your hair did Got gold all on yo necklace You out here acting reckless Yo ex man, yeah he ain't sh** I got room for one You gotta leave ya friends Is it love or lust it just all depends Boutta pull up Is you hopping in? Girl I must admire yo confidence Uh [Hook]