Face Down
City Girls Lyrics


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Uh, Miami (ah, yeah)
Yeah (ah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah)

What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it? (Huh)
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute (yeah)
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin' (uh, uh)
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin' (uh, uh, nah)

Face down, ass up, slut me out (slut me out)
I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out (eat me out)
He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said, "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out (period)
Handcuff, left-right, both cheeks
Housekeeper knockin', still fuckin' up the sheets (ah)
Tip the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a weak bitch, you know it ain't me (period)
Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit (spend that shit)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch (been that bitch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit (ah, ah)

Lay it down
Lay it motherfuckin' down
(From the city, pussy good, face pretty, uh) ayy, JT, yeah

Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of niggas (yeah)
I just I think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (what?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hitty (ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
I'm in that new coupe, mine go vroom-vroom
Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (none)
I mean literally, no house bitch, no room (ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to fuck (ow)
You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
Got a nigga out of motherfuckin' Philly, uh

What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute




Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to City Girls' song "Face Down" portray a confident and empowered perspective on relationships and financial independence. The song celebrates a group of women who are unapologetic about their desires and expectations from their partners. The opening lyrics set the tone with a bold statement questioning the value of a partner who doesn't spend money on them. They assert that they deserve to be showered with gifts and luxury experiences, demonstrating their high standards and refusal to settle for less.


Throughout the song, the City Girls emphasize their sexual agency and assertiveness. They express their preferences for sexual positions, making it clear that they want to be pleased and satisfied in bed. They even challenge the traditional expectation of reciprocation, indicating that they don't let "broke" men perform oral sex on them. The lyrics embody a sense of self-assuredness and empowerment, conveying that they know their worth and won't settle for anything less than they deserve.


Overall, "Face Down" is a bold anthem that celebrates the City Girls' confidence, independence, and pursuit of a lavish lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
If a man has money but doesn't spend it on the girl, what's the point?


Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Independent and confident women enjoy spontaneous shopping trips


Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
We're ready to travel, we're confident, and we're not worried


Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin'
Make sure to buy food and bring extra money so he keeps tipping


Face down, ass up, slut me out
I enjoy submissive sexual positions and want to be used


I don't even let a broke nigga eat me out
I won't even let a financially struggling man perform oral sex


He know this pussy stay wet in the middle of droughts
He knows my vagina stays wet even in challenging times


I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth
I make him look at me while I have explicit, kinky sexual encounters, and I even squirt in his mouth


I need that car paid for and a new house
I want a man to pay for my car and buy me a new house


Said, 'Do I look basic? Wife me now'
I don't want to be seen as ordinary, so marry me right away


I heard cash rules, let me show you how
I know the power of money, so let me demonstrate it


Better spend that shit, baby, ice me out
You better spend your money on me and buy me expensive jewelry


Handcuff, left-right, both cheeks
I enjoy being tied up and spanked on both sides of my butt


Housekeeper knockin', still fuckin' up the sheets
Even though the housekeeper might be at the door, we're still having wild sex and messing up the bedsheets


Tip the valet, y'all niggas so cheap
We generously tip the valet because we think other guys are cheap


If you lookin' for a weak bitch, you know it ain't me
I'm not a submissive or weak woman, so don't mistake me for one


Pussy ain't free, you better spend that shit
My vagina is not available for free, so you better spend money on me


Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that bitch
I've been a strong and confident woman since the day I was born


Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that shit
I have the latest fashion straight from the runway, and I'm proud of it


He said he love me, he show me, he meant that shit
When a guy tells me he loves me and proves it through his actions, I believe him


Shoutout my bitches gettin' bags out of niggas
I want to give a shoutout to my female friends who are successfully getting money from guys


I just I think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder
I feel like I've reached a higher level and other women consider me bold and different


I'm in that big bulletproof with a hitty
I'm riding in a large, armored vehicle with a gun


If he ain't blowin' a bag, bitch, pick a better nigga
If a guy isn't spending a lot of money, then find someone else who will


I'm in that new coupe, mine go vroom-vroom
I'm driving a brand-new sports car that goes fast


Bitches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room
The women who criticize me don't have a valid reason to do so


I mean literally, no house bitch, no room
They literally have no home, so they have no room to talk


I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Since I'm a confident, independent woman from the city, my man needs to be a wealthy and successful entrepreneur


Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to fuck
I prefer to have sex in the submissive position with my face down and ass up


You want a bitch from the city, huh? Pussy pretty, huh?
So, you want an attractive and confident woman from the city?


Got a nigga out of motherfuckin' Philly, uh
I managed to attract a guy from Philadelphia, which I'm proud of


What good is that nigga bag if he don't spend it?
If a man has money but doesn't spend it on the girl, what's the point?


Bad bitches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Independent and confident women enjoy spontaneous shopping trips


Bags packed, flights booked, bitch, we ain't trippin'
We're ready to travel, we're confident, and we're not worried


Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him stop tippin', ayy
Make sure to buy food and bring extra money so he keeps tipping




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Amir Jenkins, Caresha Brownlee, Christopher Wongwon, David Hobbs, Jatavia Johnson, Luther Campbell, Mark Ross, Marlon Goodwin, Michael Len William II, Pierre Slaughter, Premro Smith, Tristan Jones

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