3rd Girl lyrics

[Intro]
Cookin' Soul

[Chorus: Larry June]
Aye, how you doing b*tch?
I love you sweetie, we can rule the world
I swear to God, you ain't my hoe, baby
Aye, you my b*tch, you just my third girl
My third girl, aye, how you doing b*tch?
I said, "Yo, how you doing b*tch?"
For real though, damn
How you doing b*tch?
Let me tell you, you ain't my hoe
You just my third girl

[Verse 1: Larry June]
All a n*gga do is talk sh*t and count hundreds
Board another jet, meet my b*tch out in London
One thing I learned being a P, never cuff 'em
Every whip I got a push start and they run it
b*tch looking like some real work, I might run her
Never would of knew she sold pus*y on the under
Atlantic city cracking, she just hit for twelve hunnid
She told me when I met her, she didn't need a P for nothing
I looked her in the eyes like, "b*tch quit fronting"
She glancing at my rollie like, "Damn, he get money"
Philly cheese steak, I'm in Philly with snow bunnies
Bodega out in Boston, f*ck it, let's cop somethin'
[Chorus: Larry June]
Aye, how you doing b*tch?
I love you sweetie, we can rule the world
I swear to God, you ain't my hoe, baby
You just my third girl
My third girl, aye, how you doing b*tch?
I said, "Yo, how you doing b*tch?"
For real though, damn, how you doing b*tch?
Let me tell you, you ain't my hoe
You just my third girl

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Listen to me
f*ck a b*tch, you on a team of winners, baby
Come and sign up
You on the bench right now
But one day you'll be starting lineup
Some b*tches got potential
Sometimes they just need to shine up
If you ain't getting money, b*tch
That's your fault, get your grind up
Yeah, I can buy whatever, I ain't tripping what it cost now
I pull up in that skrrr, they say, "Damn it, Gerald got style"
You talking out your neck, b*tch
Now you gon' make me hostile
Are you a f*cking software update? Cause not now
Bay Area bosses, b*tch, yeah, I f*ck with Larry
I purchase real estate, you rappers making money, barely
Spend your money wisely, yeah, I recommend it highly
b*tch, you know where I'll be, to that green just like wasabi
And I need some extra in my soy sauce, I like my sushi spicy
I'm from the land of hyphy, b*tch, there ain't nobody like me
I'm so international, shouts to $hort and Billa
I'm out in Argentina with a Becky doll Christina
[Chorus: Larry June]
How you doing b*tch?
I love you sweetie, we can rule the world
I swear to God, you ain't my hoe, baby
You just my third girl
My third girl, aye, how you doing b*tch?
I said, "Yo, how you doing b*tch?"
For real though, damn, how you doing b*tch?
Let me tell you, you ain't my hoe
You just my third girl, yeah