(You see I'm throwed off)
(I prolly' pulled up to yo' crib, then I drove off)
(Before I pulled to yo' crib, I prolly snort coke)
(I put my foot up to yo' chin like I'm Jo Jo)
(I'm out here shooting at the cops, dressed like a ho-bo)
(Let off with these bullets, go like Romo)
(I say, shoot you in yo' head, nigga no no)
(Pussy nigga what you want? We can go toe to toe)
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
Drive the whip baby, while I let off with this
I got murder on my mind, while we sexin' and shit
I put some dirt off in the bottle, and watch it change up a bit
And bae, you steppin' way too close, I almost flamed up yo' shit (come here)
She gon' suck my neck like a vampire
I beat her back in, when I ain't there, she out here fantasizing
I pour some drink out for the G's, bitch, you know I'm on that
That nigga movin' keys, just let him know when you gon' want that
Don't want no Michael J's, pull up with some Timberlands in summertime
Ain't tryna' run no fade, tryna' run away, bet I'll hunt em' down
What you clutchin' for? All I said was hey lil' mama, baby, what you blushing for?
Asked me how my day was goin', I lied and said it's wonderful
When you come in my house, need you naked, girl get comfortable
I need 30 bitches in one spot, like royal rumble
He moved to the suburbs, but still walk round' like he in the jungle
Homie, I'm a gangster, remember telling that to my uncle
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
I say, please don't let these racks change your mind bout' nothing
She think I'm with a bitch, I'm really out here hustlin'
Probably thinkin' bout some other shit, my mind's up where the clouds be
F*cked up like a motherf*cka, that be how they found me
Told my new hoe, come and drown me
If I ain't have no love for that bitch, she'd be where the ground be
I got murder stitched across my forehead, that's that Fooly Ski
Black bandana tied around the clip, you know what I is
I'll slang this bitch in front my kid
Baby, this that dirty talk
Extension clips be longer than my legs, Might see my 30 walk
I told that bitch, she keep gettin' on my nerves, I might just hurt somebody
Ain't slidin' through there in my own shit, so I went and stole a Audi, Or go and steal a GT
I told shawty to quit that competition, she can't beat me
I just killed the devil on top this mic, now put it on repeat
She fresh out the shower, hoe don't come near me with ashy feet
Tell her to play my song, I get to dancing like I'm Happy Feet
I feel like Kobe, I bag the bag up and wrote eight on it
She say she love me, I told her to show me, don't just say something
I walked out that front door with my 40, I'm tryna' face something
The realest nigga in this bitch won't catch no fake from me
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
(I got dope in my body, I can't get it out of mind)
(I got dope in my body, It won't leave)
(Tell me you love me, but you ain't right here)
(You Know that I'm thuggin', I put this pistol at yo' ear)
(Now all you hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(All I hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
CASHUNT & MIYAY - HEY Lyrics
CASHUNT & MIYAY - HEY Lyrics
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(You see I'm throwed off)
(I prolly' pulled up to yo' crib, then I drove off)
(Before I pulled to yo' crib, I prolly snort coke)
(I put my foot up to yo' chin like I'm Jo Jo)
(I'm out here shooting at the cops, dressed like a ho-bo)
(Let off with these bullets, go like Romo)
(I say, shoot you in yo' head, nigga no no)
(Pussy nigga what you want? We can go toe to toe)
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
Drive the whip baby, while I let off with this
I got murder on my mind, while we sexin' and shit
I put some dirt off in the bottle, and watch it change up a bit
And bae, you steppin' way too close, I almost flamed up yo' shit (come here)
She gon' suck my neck like a vampire
I beat her back in, when I ain't there, she out here fantasizing
I pour some drink out for the G's, bitch, you know I'm on that
That nigga movin' keys, just let him know when you gon' want that
Don't want no Michael J's, pull up with some Timberlands in summertime
Ain't tryna' run no fade, tryna' run away, bet I'll hunt em' down
What you clutchin' for? All I said was hey lil' mama, baby, what you blushing for?
Asked me how my day was goin', I lied and said it's wonderful
When you come in my house, need you naked, girl get comfortable
I need 30 bitches in one spot, like royal rumble
He moved to the suburbs, but still walk round' like he in the jungle
Homie, I'm a gangster, remember telling that to my uncle
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
I say, please don't let these racks change your mind bout' nothing
She think I'm with a bitch, I'm really out here hustlin'
Probably thinkin' bout some other shit, my mind's up where the clouds be
F*cked up like a motherf*cka, that be how they found me
Told my new hoe, come and drown me
If I ain't have no love for that bitch, she'd be where the ground be
I got murder stitched across my forehead, that's that Fooly Ski
Black bandana tied around the clip, you know what I is
I'll slang this bitch in front my kid
Baby, this that dirty talk
Extension clips be longer than my legs, Might see my 30 walk
I told that bitch, she keep gettin' on my nerves, I might just hurt somebody
Ain't slidin' through there in my own shit, so I went and stole a Audi, Or go and steal a GT
I told shawty to quit that competition, she can't beat me
I just killed the devil on top this mic, now put it on repeat
She fresh out the shower, hoe don't come near me with ashy feet
Tell her to play my song, I get to dancing like I'm Happy Feet
I feel like Kobe, I bag the bag up and wrote eight on it
She say she love me, I told her to show me, don't just say something
I walked out that front door with my 40, I'm tryna' face something
The realest nigga in this bitch won't catch no fake from me
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
(I got dope in my body, I can't get it out of mind)
(I got dope in my body, It won't leave)
(Tell me you love me, but you ain't right here)
(You Know that I'm thuggin', I put this pistol at yo' ear)
(Now all you hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(All I hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(I prolly' pulled up to yo' crib, then I drove off)
(Before I pulled to yo' crib, I prolly snort coke)
(I put my foot up to yo' chin like I'm Jo Jo)
(I'm out here shooting at the cops, dressed like a ho-bo)
(Let off with these bullets, go like Romo)
(I say, shoot you in yo' head, nigga no no)
(Pussy nigga what you want? We can go toe to toe)
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
Drive the whip baby, while I let off with this
I got murder on my mind, while we sexin' and shit
I put some dirt off in the bottle, and watch it change up a bit
And bae, you steppin' way too close, I almost flamed up yo' shit (come here)
She gon' suck my neck like a vampire
I beat her back in, when I ain't there, she out here fantasizing
I pour some drink out for the G's, bitch, you know I'm on that
That nigga movin' keys, just let him know when you gon' want that
Don't want no Michael J's, pull up with some Timberlands in summertime
Ain't tryna' run no fade, tryna' run away, bet I'll hunt em' down
What you clutchin' for? All I said was hey lil' mama, baby, what you blushing for?
Asked me how my day was goin', I lied and said it's wonderful
When you come in my house, need you naked, girl get comfortable
I need 30 bitches in one spot, like royal rumble
He moved to the suburbs, but still walk round' like he in the jungle
Homie, I'm a gangster, remember telling that to my uncle
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
I say, please don't let these racks change your mind bout' nothing
She think I'm with a bitch, I'm really out here hustlin'
Probably thinkin' bout some other shit, my mind's up where the clouds be
F*cked up like a motherf*cka, that be how they found me
Told my new hoe, come and drown me
If I ain't have no love for that bitch, she'd be where the ground be
I got murder stitched across my forehead, that's that Fooly Ski
Black bandana tied around the clip, you know what I is
I'll slang this bitch in front my kid
Baby, this that dirty talk
Extension clips be longer than my legs, Might see my 30 walk
I told that bitch, she keep gettin' on my nerves, I might just hurt somebody
Ain't slidin' through there in my own shit, so I went and stole a Audi, Or go and steal a GT
I told shawty to quit that competition, she can't beat me
I just killed the devil on top this mic, now put it on repeat
She fresh out the shower, hoe don't come near me with ashy feet
Tell her to play my song, I get to dancing like I'm Happy Feet
I feel like Kobe, I bag the bag up and wrote eight on it
She say she love me, I told her to show me, don't just say something
I walked out that front door with my 40, I'm tryna' face something
The realest nigga in this bitch won't catch no fake from me
Walk in the room, I be quick to say hey to ya'
Plus I'm clutchin' hard, just tell em' don't play with you
What If you don't even want my time
Askin' me questions, while I just look you up and down
She a hustlin' mothaf*cka, let's go get some money
I don't gotta' hit the bank, I got some sittin' on me in cash
She like, what you thinkin' bae? I say, "Pistol Blast"
Them crackas get behind that nigga, they like he too fast
(I got dope in my body, I can't get it out of mind)
(I got dope in my body, It won't leave)
(Tell me you love me, but you ain't right here)
(You Know that I'm thuggin', I put this pistol at yo' ear)
(Now all you hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(All I hear is, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Writer: DOMIYA' WRIGHT
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid