ÓRALE Yung Pinch

[Intro: Yung Pinch, Girl]
What's up, mami?
What you doin' out here?
I just came to see you...
Shit... Let's go then, come on
Aye, órale, órale
Beach boy on the sun, woah...

[Verse 1]
Let you know I'm from the west, baby
Beach boy knows best, baby
Put your hands on your knees
Shake it to impress, baby
You might be the one that I leave with
Set sailing this bitch, leave 'em seasick
Money on my mind
Ain't go time for no free shit
All up at the airport
Flying out frequent
Trying to get a bag like a boss, bitch
Bad bitches all up in my bed, all they need hostage
Oh shit, I just ended up with your friends
Shе ain't Britney, bitch
But I just did her again and again
I'm really him, ain't no need to prеtend
Joy ride the whip, watch the rythm they spin
Let's go
We sippin' on some piña coladas
Poolside, chilling with bikini-less models
Yeah, got 'em wetter than the pool is
They just wanna be seen with the cool kids
I already know, I ain't clueless
Little did she know that I'm down with the movement
Took it a pound down, fucked around, got her chosen
Soon as she seen the crib, she trynna move in, wait
I ain't giving out free rides, baby
Grew up Chuck T's and some Levi's, baby
Northside, beach boy, seaside wavy, yeah
And I been needing me time lately, ay