Every Summer lyrics - Birdman & Mack Maine (feat. Tyga)

[Birdman:]

Bitches in my hood, know we on the grind

Ballin that money, hit it one time

Bought the 1200, candy paint job

Fresh like my wips, chroam everything

And I'm sittin in the back, movin some thangs

Chandelier lights, it's so brite

20s on the ice, 300 price

Just like that, 50 on the watch

Coming through, nigga, Carderes on the block

Cardier block, the watch like a block

Just how we do it, nigga, hundred on the rock

Presidential sweet, uptown nigga

High life, nigga, Cash Money, bitches

Lugshery life boss, shine all the time

My bitch in a mink, and she drinking red wine

[Mack Mane:]

You know chicks pull down front, when I'm at the top

That candy coated paint, wet on my back

That coke white Phantom, yeah, boy, I rocks that

Turn Jack Boy to No Boy when I cocks that

Then they drop back for more than 8 steps

I hate to take steps, dog, I came out the pussy runnin

I stuck my dick in wintertime, told Summer I'm cummin

I ain't frontin, my back yard lookin like an auction

But I ain't sellin nothing, and I ain't bargin when I got them

I really treat the Summertime like the son of mine

Like, grind hard, and shine hard, like I got Stunna's mind

Baby, I'm an extra nigga, girl, I like extra shit

You know, like extra money, extra clothes, and extra chicks

You know, that extra shit like extra that, and extra this

If you ain't tryna shine, god bless ya, bitch

[Tyga:]

Young nigga with the ocean, bae

Palm trees and sand on the balkony

Wake up and thank the lord for lookin out for me

And all the real niggas that surroundin me

I think about the haters, then I count to 3

Cause they all just fake, like green screens

Fly niggas don't die, we multiply

So everytime you pop a bottle, put it in the sky

Show you livin right, top back, no flaws

Hold it in, from Cali to Crenshaw

Ride in them big cars, Tyga, fuckin star

If I could do anything in my life more, make more money, dog

Life is easy, but you make it hard

It's no fasod, or a meradge

Crossed thumbs, I don't mean no harm

Young Money, Cash Money, we never fall

So shauty, tell me what you frontin for