HEY!
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, okay
Yeah, okay, yeah, okay
Yeah, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey (Okay), hey (Okay), yeah
She want my love, uh, she want me to cuff her
Keep it a buck, uh
I don't really want her, I just wanna fuck her
In this world, there ain't a soul that I can trust, huh?
Okay (Yeah), baby, it's lust
We can just fuck on the back of the bus
We can just fuck in the back of the truck, yeah
Baby, it's just us
Too much cash, I can't see love
Niggas dirty, need some Dove
Shawty hit my phone and want me to put her above
What the fuck?
I can't call your phone if there ain't no trust
Best to leave me 'lone before the cannon bust
Maserati leave a nigga in the dust (Bitch, yeah)
Sipping on Wock', I got my cannon
AK got tiddies, I'm gon' blam it
Spirit Bomb, that shit do damage
Living life with designer lenses, it's panoramic
Nigga talking down, FN make a fuck nigga panic
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey (Okay), hey (Okay), yeah
She want my love, uh, she want me to cuff her
Keep it a buck, uh
I don't really want her, I just wanna fuck her
In this world, there ain't a soul that I can trust, huh?
Ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, okay
Yeah, okay, yeah, okay
Yeah, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey (Okay), hey (Okay), yeah
She want my love, uh, she want me to cuff her
Keep it a buck, uh
I don't really want her, I just wanna fuck her
In this world, there ain't a soul that I can trust, huh?
Okay (Yeah), baby, it's lust
We can just fuck on the back of the bus
We can just fuck in the back of the truck, yeah
Baby, it's just us
Too much cash, I can't see love
Niggas dirty, need some Dove
Shawty hit my phone and want me to put her above
What the fuck?
I can't call your phone if there ain't no trust
Best to leave me 'lone before the cannon bust
Maserati leave a nigga in the dust (Bitch, yeah)
Sipping on Wock', I got my cannon
AK got tiddies, I'm gon' blam it
Spirit Bomb, that shit do damage
Living life with designer lenses, it's panoramic
Nigga talking down, FN make a fuck nigga panic
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey, hey (Okay)
Hey, hey (Okay), hey (Okay), hey (Okay), yeah
She want my love, uh, she want me to cuff her
Keep it a buck, uh
I don't really want her, I just wanna fuck her
In this world, there ain't a soul that I can trust, huh?
Ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cruz Iii, Wesley Lambert
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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