Lawrence North & Bigraj & Lil Chuck - Rave Girl Lyrics

I Double my cash, you double your dribble
I'm making some art your shit look like a scribble
I'm wiping your nose so you better not sniffle
I'm driving the bus like my name is Ms. Frizzle
We making waves
Now I be balling like dame
Why you be stuck in yo ways
Why you so lame
Don't let me aim
I am a shooter you know I got range
I won't ever change
Why you strange
Get out my way
My diamonds be dancing they cold as a lake
I always stay baked
I be running it up homie stay in yo lane

You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave

Don't mess with no basics
Not in this matrix
Ain't middle school
Why you wearing those bracelets
I'm losing my patience
I'm always so anxious
A puff of the weed
The anxiety vanquish
Ay
Want no beef no Angus (Nah)
Boy you don't speak my language (Nope)
I think I got a slight advantage (Ay)
Trapping the green the cabbage (Green)
Girl you gotta lot of baggage (Damn)
Damn girl you a bad bitch (Bad)
Might just smash then ditch (Ditch)
That's the life you rich (Cash)
Get that money quick
My shit stupid lit
Run off with yo shit
Bigraj out this bit
(Nah for real)

You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave

Yeah my girl she a bad bitch
She tryna roll with a savage
I go and get that cabbage
I still give a girl my package
She done dealing with your average
She been grabbing my baggage
She wants to live a little lavish
She gon f*ck like a rabbit
She gon f*ck like what
Got that lean in my cup
Feel like Giannas with Bucks
Might just roll me up a blunt
Hop in the trap and we what
Hop in the trap and we turn up
You ain't in the line up
Oh shit is my time up
(Tik-tik-tik-tik)

You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave
You girls all the same
Get out my way
She pop a molly then she go to a rave