"The Hills" lyrics
Coco & Clair Clair & DEELA Lyrics
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 a 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
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
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
Still I'll keep my guard up like a defence
With a golden girl in the golden state
Mesmerised I see, you made no mistake
One of one no competition and it's no debate
I'm at every party, making niggas think it's fate
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
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 a 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
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
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
Still I'll keep my guard up like a defence
With a golden girl in the golden state
Mesmerised I see, you made no mistake
One of one no competition and it's no debate
I'm at every party, making niggas think it's fate
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
Monday
I'm busy but I'm thinking of ya
And Tuesday
Still got a lot of work to do
I'm sorry
You know I wanna be with you
I'm in the hills, on the way
Thursday
I'm hoping that I hear from you
'Cause Friday
I only wanna see my boo
My baby
It doesn't matter what we do
I'm in the hills, on the way
