City Girls/Trackstar

You're savage, you're the baddest

You're savage, you're the baddest

Tell you where I wanna go

Your heart is my home

I just wanna feel your soul

She said never let go

I asked you how many guys

You said a number and lied

But it's okay, it's alright

We all lie about that sometimes

Why don't you text me come over?

I do it for you, you don't ever do it for me

You play harder to get and even harder to keep

But when I +44 you, you're coming for me

You're savage, nothing wrong

You're the baddest, nothing wrong

Is it mad if I get a thrill from

City girl shit, come turn me on

You're savage, nothing wrong

You're the baddest, nothing wrong

Is it mad if I get a thrill from

City girl shit, come turn me on

You're savage, you're the baddest

You're savage, you're the baddest

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass **** need a BAFTA

**** singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location, let me track ya

Stole her little heart like a hacker

I told the builder to build me a pool

Fresh every day like the first day of school

I've got more Chanels than the shop floor, I do

Babe, I'm out in public, careful sending nudes

You're the one I buy whatever in twos

Rich ****, can't do no wrong

I dyed my hair blonde, I'm looking like Vegeta

Two tennis bracelets, Venus and Serena, yeah

Young baller ****, feeling like I'm Reece James

Pussy, money, weed, I need three things

The phone do 3K on a weekday

Put some molly in my-y-y cheat day

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass **** need a BAFTA

**** singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location, let me track ya

Stole her little heart like a hacker

Four Seasons, got baddies for you

If you're cold, don't go near my jewels

Ferrari outside, yeah, we cruisin'

I just copped a Cali 50 for a Uzi

So much time we got

**** thought he was slime, he got shot

I'm in Riyadh, baby, long long away from the block

The crib is bigger, baby, I can't see the neighbours that I got

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

All these rapping ass **** need a BAFTA

**** singing like they in the X Factor

Running to the money like a trackstar

Tell a lie for the money like a pastor

Share me your location, let me track ya

Stole her little heart like a hacker