Heavy ft. The Game Lyrics

Yeah

Game you ready?

Everything heavy

Aye

Pull up heavy

(Pull up heavy)

My pockets stay heavy

(Pockets stay heavy)

Slide to the bank

(Slide to the bank)

Bank account heavy

(Bank account heavy)

My wrist game heavy

(Heavy)

Your neck game heavy

(Heavy)

Yeah I wanna hit

(Yeah I want to)

Your baby gon' let me

(Uh uh)

Pulled up heavy

(Real heavy)

She said J come through

(I came)

That culo heavy

(Real heavy)

I'mma come right right through

(Yee)

It's been a minute

I'm back in the city

(Oh yeah)

Rollin through east los

Smoking that leaf

(Phew)

Everyday now got a new baddie

(Yee)

She rubbing my belly

She shaking that chevy

I'm throwing that feti

She keeping it going

They shooting confetti

My life is a movie

Might end up on Getty

She calling me Papi

But I'm not her daddy

Go for a ride

We hop on the jetty

She hop on my

(Woo)

She keepin it steady

It's sounding real sticky

Like moving spaghetti

She can't get enough

And i'm giving her plenty

Give her the Louis

She gimme the gooey

New day

New spot

I'm gona still order my two shots

(Shot shot)

You still living off coupons

Hating on me for too long

Your girl slurping on me like it's oolong

Smoking OG

And i'm too gone

Couldn't give a fuck what you on

Look here listen

Notice the difference

I'm cooking it up

With no chef in the kitchen

Pull up heavy

(Pull up heavy)

My pockets stay heavy

(Pockets stay heavy)

Slide to the bank

(Slide to the bank)

Bank account heavy

(Bank account heavy)

My wrist game heavy

(Heavy)

Your neck game heavy

(Heavy)

Yeah I wanna hit

(Yeah I want to)

Your baby gon' let me

(Uh uh)

Ese tipo mujer me gustan

Una que todos le buscan

I'm bout to get to the punto

Un culito rondita

Mamacita eres tan bonita

Baby love me cause my pockets pesado

How she walking looking just like a model

Give me some besos

Ja ja

No one do it like latinas

Big boy bout to get a emmy

(woo)

Big hellcat or a hemi

(Errr)

Big bankroll I'm wealthy

All black drip I'm stealthy

Hold on baby you sexy

Throw that back come bless me

Have a good time no stressing

Baby that body a blessing

She a little freak with her best friend

Love when you naughty when we texting

Big booty benz she flexing

Hits me up late for the session

On the boulevard east los

(east los)

Palm trees and low lows west coast

(west coast)

Smoking with the game and my cholos

Candy apple red in the new ghost

Pull up heavy

(Pull up heavy)

My pockets stay heavy

(Pockets stay heavy)

Slide to the bank

(Slide to the bank)

Bank account heavy

(Bank account heavy)

My wrist game heavy

(Heavy)

Your neck game heavy

(Heavy)

Yeah I wanna hit

(Yeah I want to)

Your baby gon' let me

(Uh uh)

Let me talk to em

I pull up heavy

Drop top Chevy

Hopping out on niggas with the drac out

Tell em what the cake bout

When there's money on the floor

Tell the killers bring the rakes out

I spin the block with my shooters

See how them killers maneuver

We be moving like maneuvers

We be holding 45's and rugers

I got baguette's on my neck

I got baguettes on my wrist

I got a tech ridin' shotgun

Yeah life is a bitch

I don't trust niggas

I don't trust bitches

Nigga I might not trust God

He let my brother die in my arms

So there's no remorse when the tec flies

(Yeah)