Hey ladies, you know I did this for you, right
The one fixing that head, putting that lashes on, staring in the mirror, getting ready for work, getting ready for school
It's for you baby
Now if y'all got a second and you ain't put your makeup on right now, go ahead and clap with me

One, two, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
You feeling yourself
Right now
These girls on fire, these girls on fire

Yeah she better burn me up, yeah she better burn me up
These girls on fire, these girls on fire
Yeah she better burn me up, yeah she better burn me up
Sex, love, and hickeys

Hats, chucks, and dickies
Wrists look like Remy Cartier or Fendi
Girl, I can buy it all
Hey, you can have it all

Depending on location
Girl, I can buy them all
Take you to a place you've never been
Put you in the whip with yellow tans

Christian decor for your Christianior
Atheist chain won't believe it unless you saw it
Perfect walk, the runway
Make it easy to love like Sunday

Sacrifice so someday
Cupid hit us with his hot dance gun play
Ring on the finger to our neck
Other girls ain't hearing it

God, you're dead
Wishing you the hell cause you got me
Some people raise their head like Nazis
Not me

Hot tea, lightning McQueen
In my dreams, you speed
And we're flying, scorching
How she talk, the way she laughs

The way she smile the way she dress
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
When she walk, I touch
She bad, the way she talk, the way she laugh

The way she smile the way she dress
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
These girls on fire
These girls on fire

Yeah, she bad, burning me up
Yeah, she bad, burning me up
These girls on fire
Yeah, she bad, burning me up

Yeah, she bad, burning me up
Tell me what it takes to get you home
Looking like money when I put you in the pocket
Super fly girl, got it going on

Flatter you so much, you'll be begging me to stop it
Fresh to know, in from the entrance
I know you from a gang with an entrance
The way you dance, I can tell you ain't shy

When you bet your eyes, got mine on ya
Make me wanna drop five stacks on ya
Ma, you know the finer things
Gucci, Louis, V, diamond rings

Designer things like Prada, see-through
Bought you glass house so they all could see you
Swear to God, you like a picture on the wall
Make you wanna stop, take a look at ya

Yeah, yeah, that's how they talk
The way she walk, tug at she back
The way she talk, the way that she Leban
The way she smile, the way that she dress

She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
The way she walk, tug at she back
The way she talk, the way that she Leban
The way she smile, the way that she dress

She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
These girls on fire
These girls on fire
Yeah, she bad, burning me up

Yeah, she bad, burning me up
These girls on fire
Yeah, she bad, burning me up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fire, fire, fire
Whoa, whoa, whoa