Mistah F.A.B. - Pretty Girls lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo what up? This my n***a right here man F.A.B. what up n***a Mistah F.A.B. what up n***a [Hook: Carl Thomas (& Raekwon)] Guys like pretty girls in the world (Let's get this know what I mean?) Women love men with money (Oh sh** you got my n***a Carl on this too?) A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan (62 bottles, bring em over here man) Well all my n***a's just with that honey Pretty girls, pretty girls (Stop playing man) Pretty girls, oh (Forreal man chill man chill) Well all my n***a's just with that honey (Nah, not that one right there man) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Ayo this thing warmed up, unlawful as f** Chain swinging fouls, styling with enormous luck n***a we richer than Obama Llama's on us out in the guianas Bag somethin down n***as I promise Smoke skinny boy leathers [?] sweats in the cuereras Hundred thousand wrapped in the leather Yo got bull boy money To whip in them whips I guess the bricks paid off Now I'm back in the mix Dice k**as we the ice grillers But you we stay on chill mode Break a n***a face he get real bold The money that we be holding Hell no 'laxin' in the ill robe There's no rims that sh** is k**-over Slums, true forties, and guns Whoadies and ones, Matt Humble Son's will tumble, stay out the jungle, son one Your favorite brother, hate on my lover He's a legend and his money won't pay nothing f** with me [Hook: Carl Thomas (& Mistah F.A.B.)] Guys like pretty girls in the world Women love men with money A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan Well all my n***a's just with that honey Pretty girls, pretty girls Pretty girls, oh (Big bruh Chef man, I love you for that man) Well all my n***a's just with that honey (Real talk) [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] The first bottle to the Chef, toast to the Don We definitly eating while you going through a ramadan The ambiance of sixty bottles of Sean Don Dope barrel hoodie, bad boy no Sean Jon From Panama to Maui pretty girls poppin' molly Roberto Cavallis, drop beemers drove by model hotties A long way from being street scholars To Saki Bombs and Benny Hana's Chilling lounging with pretty mamas Cables and cabanas, no dress code at club Katana And j**ish lawyers got us laughing in court at your honor I skipped school cause gear my had me embarra**ed Now it's Rodeo Drive in L.A., champs [?] in Paris And everybody in my circle great Yeah I'm a long way from section eight selling purple grape To rocking with Rae, the creator of the purple tape The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate [Hook: Carl Thomas (& G-Eazy)] Guys like pretty girls in the world Women love men with money A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan Well all my n***a's just with that honey Pretty girls, pretty girls Guys like pretty girls in the world Pretty girls, oh Guys like pretty girls in the world (Yeah, haha) Well all my n***a's just with that honey [Verse 3: G-Eazy] And last night I f**ed you wouldn't guess who Called the lobby told them I was bringing a guest through Facts I'm not tryna impress you, but since I got some status I get picky now with who I say yes to She clings cause I'm young and successful Notices we're stuffed, and your belly is less full And she becomes attached, cut her off, sh** is stressful Feeling I don't come to no rescue I don't give her no refuge We just f** in a king bed And I don't drive her home I call the Uber out instead I learn from my OGs that's what the son of a pimp said Hustle till you get the crown on top of a king's head Yeah, blowing bands life is grand I just had to say It's a blessing trading verses with F.A.B. and Rae On the rocks drinking Buillet not Aleezay All day forever after bread homie that's the bay Yeah, Eazy [Hook: Carl Thomas] Guys like pretty girls in the world Women love men with money A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan Well all my n***a's just with that honey Pretty girls, pretty girls Pretty girls, oh Well all my n***a's just with that honey Guys like pretty girls in the world [Produced By Chinky P]