Desert Heat Lyrics

Desert heat

Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh

Desert heat

Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh

Come here shawty let me count my cash for you

Little too exotic I can't pass on you

Emptied out the ATM got a couple bands

Call me rubber band man, green like Peter Pan

Know I'm bout my ginger bread catch me if you can

If you want to take me in it's gone take those many men

Looking at the business end, had to do that math

And you gone need three hundred thousand of them niggas to take me out

Bitch I'm him

And yo pockets in a drought

Come again?

Boy you better watch yo mouth

I'm Mister Soldier boy mister lieutenant

Roll around 50 drum with the windows tinted

Ride around town in a big body this not a ocean but this is a boat

I got the bag on me nigga what's happening let's go

I got the bag so I won't fumble I won't choke

I got the bag and I won't fumble I won't choke!

So who want smoke

This desert heat got my mouth dry or is that the weed

She say you in her DM's dry damn that couldn't be me

See none of these hoes ain't really shit coped a new bitch from the corner store

Can't none of these niggas tell me shit if they want smoke we can go to war

(Laughter), these niggas don't want none

If you ready I'm ready i put the gas in the hemi

I put the pedal to metal I put my foot on the floor

Brand new Pirelli's screeching, they begging for more

Got yo bitch waiting on me, she begging for more

All my fans waiting on me, they begging for more yeah!

Ohhhh

Desert heat!

Ohhhh

Desert heat!

Ohhhh

Desert heat!

Ohhhh

Desert heat!