Pretty Girls Wale (Ft. Gucci Mane & Weensey)

[Chorus: Weensey]
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke
Ask 'em what do they know
Ask 'em can we go
Pretty girls, sunshine in the air
Perfume everywhere
Girls are everywhere

[Intro: Wale]
Bass to the floor, right now, what up (Ugh)

[Verse 1: Wale]
A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky
When I'm in it, we on Cloud Nine for that minute
Admiring your style and your physique
And I ain't tryna critique
But you deserve a good drink, so what's up?
What you sipping on? It's no problem
Black and gold bottles like I'm pro-New Orleans
But, shawty, I'm far from a Saint
But I got two Am-Exes that look the same way
Wale! D.C., that's me, huh
My Prada say "Prada," and they Prada say "Fila"
I ain't gotta tell you, they know about me, huh
Come to D.C., and I can make you a believer
See, baby, I'm a leader; day away from a Libra
And I ain't tryna lead you wrong, sugar, I need you
So would you please listen to what I'ma need from you?
Live for tonight before tomorrow's amnesia, ha!