Heat ft. Rotti & Jr Lyrics

Ay

Ay

Woah

Woah

Woah

They know I been on one heatin' up

Yeah

My ex bitch still think that we together

I know she dead wrong

We can't even get along

I'm too focused on that paper need my money long

I hit that dance moonwalk

Like I'm Neil Armstrong

Please Give me my space I know I'm hard to reach

Last week hit the laundromat to get the money bleached

Matter fact

Come and get yo bitch out of my sheets

They know I been on one you can feel the heat

I don't see no ceilings mane I'm in thing thang

I just peeped this pretty thang up in the city man

Choke

Choke

Choke

Choker with a tennis chain

I know she heard I make that Chiddy bang

Blacktop coming down on the street

Backdrop I don't want you comin' round if it's weak

Big money baby

Spend a couple thousand it ain't cheap

I ain't saving souls I'm going back down to the deep

I come complete

Come to me

Put your pussy on the seat I need something sweet

Girl that body rock solid and she smokin' heat

Baby come and smoke this weed in the Porsche with me

Ayy

Unfortunatley I ain't portioning

Of course it's me

What she want and I ain't forcing things

Ayy

Score board it's meaning more for me

I livin' immortal give em more of me

My ex bitch still think that we together

I know she dead wrong

We can't even get along

I'm too focused on that paper need my money long

I hit that dance moonwalk

Like I'm Neil Armstrong

Please Give me my space I know I'm hard to reach

Last week hit the laundromat to get the money bleached

Matter fact

Come and get yo bitch out of my sheets

They know I been on one you can feel the heat

I been grinding so hard I need reintroduction

I go and get it ain't these nigga's that be fallin' for nothin

My whole set grab the mic an get shakin' an thumpin'

Cold world I ain't gotta be fake to be stuntin

So quit the faking an bluffin

I'm in Jamaica with some Haitians and we baking the muffins

So much money on the ground I gave some rakes to my bruddas

They went and said we wasn't loud so then we came with the thunder

And now they mad cuz all this noise really come with the hunger

I really came from up under

Spent my time in the summer

Grinding Monday to Sunday

I'm grabbin' bags of the money

I drop the top when it's sunny

Laughing straight to the bank y'all nigga's broke an it's funny

Ha

Tired of fuckin' with these broke nigga's and bitches always ask for somethin'

Yea

Instead of sittin' up on yo ass go go get a bag and get some cash or sum

My ex bitch still think that we together

I know she dead wrong

We can't even get along

I'm too focused on that paper need my money long

I hit that dance moonwalk

Like I'm Neil Armstrong

Please Give me my space I know I'm hard to reach

Last week hit the laundromat to get the money bleached

Matter fact

Come and get yo bitch out of my sheets

They know I been on one you can feel the heat