Go Girl! lyrics

[Intro]
(West, you killin' it, killin' it, killin' it)

[Verse 1]
I got a hundred thousand worth of chains on
I'm in a 'Rari and my b*tch up in a Range
Dirty Diana, got you dancin' in the rain
All this money on the floor, yeah
I'm in a 'Rari and my b*tch up in a Range
I got a hundred thousand worth of chains on
Dirty Diana, still dancin', yeah, yeah, all this money on the floor
Hey, boo, hey, you
Those shoes got two C's on 'em
Know you ain't crippin' 'cause your bag got two B's on 'em
Oh, your Balenciaga bag, bag, bag
Who bought you that Birkin bag, bag, bag?
Oh, my bad, you got your own sh*t
Got your own crib, got your own whip
Not no Honda, but that Benz, you on some grown sh*t
Had to cut that n*gga off 'cause he won't know sh*t
Had to cut that n*gga off 'cause he ain't know sh*t
No time for these n*ggas, on that broke sh*t (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Say, baby girl, what it do?
These odd b*tches, they ain't f*ckin' with you
Go, girl, go, girl, I see you workin'
Your Birkin, ooh, you deserve it
Those LV boots fit you perfect
Don't be nervous, this your sh*t
Girl, you know you a badass b*tch
Throw it back, you a badass b*tch (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Go, girl
Go girl
Go, girl
Go, girl

[Verse 2]
I see you workin'
Ain't got no kids, ain't got no man, no, no
You tryna focus on them bands, woah, woah
Hit me when you get out of class, lil' baby
Throw it, I catch it like a pass on AB
Get you that CC, D for Dior
You like them GGs, buy you them VVs
If I ain't know XYZ, would you teach me?
If I f*ck another b*tch, would you leave me?
Watch cost fifty, I got twenty-one questions
You go, you go, girl, you go, go
If you my b*tch, then make me cry like Herbo
I see you in that baby Benz, get your swerve on
Can't be your n*gga 'cause I got some sh*t to work on
Girl, you bad and you know it
I just had to let you know I noticed

[Chorus]
Say, baby girl, what it do?
These odd b*tches, they ain't f*ckin' with you
Go, girl, go, girl, I see you workin'
Your Birkin, ooh, you deserve it
Those LV boots fit you perfect
Don't be nervous, this your sh*t
Girl, you know you a bad-ass b*tch
Throw it back, you a bad-ass b*tch (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Go, girl
Go girl
Go, girl
Go, girl

[Chorus]
Say, baby girl, what it do?
These odd b*tches, they ain't f*ckin' with you
Go, girl, go, girl, I see you workin'
Your Birkin, ooh, you deserve it
Those LV boots fit you perfect
Don't be nervous, this your sh*t
Girl, you know you a badass b*tch
Throw it back, you a badass b*tch (b*tch)

[Outro]
Go, girl
Go girl
Go, girl
Go, girl