Heyy
 作词 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/Leon Lightfoot III/Henri Velasco
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/Leon Lightfoot III/Henri Velasco
 My favorite bitch just cut me off
 And she won’t even let me know the reason
 It’s probably one of her lil messy hatin’ ass friends being evil
 Ain’t stressin bout it
 She’ll come around
 When she wanna eat it up
 Slow stroke
 Fast stroke
 Grind in it
 I’m a real pleaser
 60 hoes
 In New York having dinner
 Bottega send it to me
 As soon as they get it
 I put Maybach seats in the sprinter
 Make sure everybody sit comfortable
 You gotta really pay attention
 I’m not mumblin’
 She tryna have a good time
 She wanna come with us
 They know we cant be fxxked with Nann one of us
 It’s done been some times I slipped
 I’m not falling
 Brabus baby blue
 The inside too
 I’m feeling like a kid again
 They thought I got lucky
 Last time
 Fxxk it
 I’m back on that shit again
 Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly
 Got it chocolate
 To match her skin
 I just gave bruh 100 pounds of Wham
 Told him tell the city it's in
 Majority of the time
 I “hin and “bye” these n*****
 Tain't with all that locking in shit
 Money over everything
 Try to stop it
 You get popped right then and there
 Message thread full of “where you at’s” and “oull up on me’s”
 Bunch of “whens and where’s”
 Youngins out here wildin’
 With no guidance
 All they care about is who they kill
 I was tryna keep that shit in order
 It got harder
 Cuz I’m never there
 It’s a better life out here
 I Promise, brodie
 Imma keep it in they ear
 I know how it feel to spin a opp
 But it feel way better to count a million
 I come from the bottom of the bottom
 I shot right up through the fxxking ceiling

 Heyyyy
 Everybody lit
 Can’t put our fire out
 Heyyyy
 Soon as it pop
 Bro, pull that fire out
 Heyyyy
 This her first time coming to my house
 Heyyyy
 Better go hard girl
 This yo tryouts
 Heyyy
 Everybody lit
 Can’t put our fire out
 Heyyyy
 Soon as it pop
 Bro, pull that fire out
 Неуууу
 This her first time coming to my house
 Heyyyy
 Better go hard girl
 This yo tryouts

 Stay down
 Hustle hard
 Until you come up
 Take sum
 Only when you need it
 You won’t make it far being greedy
 My grandma taught me how to be a leader
 If we fly commercial
 We got greeters
 They just know that we important people
 They see how we coming
 Think we ghetto
 Until they children
 Tell ‘em I’m the hero
 Flight attendant say I look familiar
 Crack a smile
 Tell her “It’s a small world”
 Oh that’s yo b**ch
 That’s my hoe too
 We gone share her
 Call her “our girl”
 Real street music
 I ran that field
 If you can hit that
 Then she ain’t my girl
 Get yo lick back
 Come step in my world
 2 bitches
 On the same itinerary
 The same flight
 Same hotel
 They don’t even know each other yet
 One of em don’t say nun
 The other askin’ do we go together yet
 Young turnt n**** ain’t no holding back
 This a Brabus bro
 Not a regular wagon
 I don’t kiss and tell lain’t into that
 I don’t think I met a n**** colder yet (like)

 Heyyyy
 Everybody lit
 Can’t put our fire out
 Неуууу
 Soon as it pop
 Bro, pull that fire out
 Heyyyy
 This her first time coming to my house
 Heyyyy
 Better go hard girl
 This yo tryouts
 Неууyy
 Everybody lit
 Can’t put our fire out
 Heyyyy
 Soon as it pop
 Bro, pull that fire out
 Heyyyy
 This her first time coming to my house
 Heyyyy
 Better go hard girl
 This yo tryouts