Hear Me Out

Ohhhh
(Yeahhh)
Uh, uh
Ohhhh
(Hear me out)

Getting to the cash
I gotta find it out, uh
Never in the back
I took a different route, uh
She begging for the cash
I don't pass it out, uh
I knew I would make it
Never had a doubt, uh

Chilling in Tampa working at my home
Now I'm in cabanas just leave me alone
I need my momma to chill on the beach
Post up in Prada now she proud of me

I work like I'm Kobe
I never get sleep
These bitches don't know me
So please don't believe

Anything that they gotta say
Fuck all the hate it don't matter I'm paid

Skate on the beat with my neck full of ice
She loving the diamonds, she fell right on sight
She coming my way I may give her the pipe
I'm in it forever baby you my type

You hearing my songs
Cause my shit got the hype
They say imma vibe
And they listen all night

You don't understand all the pain in my life
I've been through too much, I be hurt all the time

I'm getting high feel like Tony Montana
She listen to me like I am a commander

Demanding for money, I gotta go get it
Hurt way too much, my past I am dreaded

She shot at my heart
Like she JJ or Stephen
She drown in my ice
Like my necklace a weapon

Don't care bout the price
Imma cop me a sweater
Need cash in my hand
Imma get all the extra

My mentality different I promise
Still going up, like I said imma rocket
Turn up to my music, the champagne be popping
Party everyday and we never gon' stop it

Hear me out, uh
Getting to the cash
I gotta find it out, uh
Never in the back
I took a different route, uh
She begging for the cash
I don't pass it out, uh
I knew I would make it
Never had a doubt, uh

Chilling in Tampa working at my home
Now I'm in cabanas just leave me alone
I need my momma to chill on the beach
Post up in Prada now she proud of me

She proud of what I did
Now I'm counting blue strips
All I ever got was hate
I ain't ever get a tip
But I got hella lip
From a toxic bitch
Now I stack my shit
Cause I'm popping bitch

I really don't want her
But I hit her like a lick
Everything I taught her
Just for her to be a trick
Learned it on my own
With my team from the jump
All my day one's
Yeah I gotta put em on

Fuck all these bitches
Too many have crossed me
Now they getting mad cause they
Ain't in the party
Turn up in the studio
I'm feeling gnarly
Your girl she come over
To ride like a Harley

Hear me out, uh
Getting to the cash
I gotta find it out, uh
Never in the back
I took a different route, uh
She begging for the cash
I don't pass it out, uh
I knew I would make it
Never had a doubt, uh

Chilling in Tampa working at my home
Now I'm in cabanas just leave me alone
I need my momma to chill on the beach
Post up in Prada now she proud of me



Credits
Writer(s): Ozzy Naranjo
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