The Hills (George Daniel Remix)

It's tough being so fine

Girls blaming me cause they nigga acting outta line

It's nice being so fine

Kick back do nothing, everything still aligns

It girl but I party hard

Hungover on a Tuesday

Blow bills, reckless

Like it's my fuckin' birthday

Walk round, head high

Treat it like a runway

I, I walk it like a runway

I need a venti straight to the dome

Your mans hit me up he wanna know I'm home

Driving through the hills no cares, no phone

If you need clue you better call Tyrone

Big pout, legs out, and my lips stay juicy

We only drink that Grey, loosey goosey

Give it to me straight, nothing fruity

Atlanta girlies with the homegrown booties

I'm hittin' the road

Twenty four seven

But when I see you

On my phone

There's no question

Life of the party every day of the week

Gucci on my eyes, Uggs on my feet

Driving through the hills

But I'm thinking about us in the passenger seat

I ain't got no clock so call me when you wanna party

Good vibes only, bring the bubbly

Got dressed up, I look like a barbie

So tell me where all the boys at, get started

Work on my line, I press decline

You my fave so call anytime

Let's go out on your dime

Gotta be cute, my love ain't blind

It's true, thinking 'bout you

I couldn't buy all your love, but you know I'd wish to

So I bounce to the next on a pogo stick

And I'm still outside 'cus I know your tricks

And I'm not that bitch to fall for your shit

Still I miss you bad, and your crazy stick

Uh

Them others fools gold, but I love the hunt bad

I like to play hard, work fast, get cash

I'd like to keep it, sweet girl but I'd freak it

I love The Hills bad, damn, I love The Weeknd

I wear my heart on my sleeve, I hate the pretense