800 Degrees -

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like

8 girls in one night, I call that a octopus

10 bands in cash, I prefer my money off the books

I don’t take advice, I live life how I want

World on my shoulders so I dust my shoulders off

I-I-I make the money the money don’t make me

I stick to myself that’s what I been on lately

Her friend wanna fuck cause she heard I got great D

She throwing it back got her doing 180s

Look I don’t pull bitches, bitch I pull ladies

I don’t fuck with exes, that pussy outdated

I cut up a check, throw the rest in the savings

I think me and Benjamin Frank are related

I look like a check when I walk in the room

Wrist on wet like I hopped in the pool

She wanna fuck but I’m not in the mood

I don’t give a shit, ain’t dropping a poo

Turned down a 10, brought that bitch to a 9

Hoes in my bed like 6 at a time

Sipping on red bitch, I’m lit off the wine

Thoughts in my head gotta get out my mind

Got my plug sending drugs in the Uber

I’ma get real high with a cougar

Say she wanna kick it, told the hoe buy a scooter

I’ma toot one time then I’ma boot her

But if the top good I might recruit her

Bitch I’m a MAC computer

I don’t fuck with these cats like I’m neutered

Put myself on the map so you can’t tell me shit lil bitch I’m

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze

She wanna hop inside of my denims

I told her no, she got offended

Fish in the sea believe me it’s plenty

You like my shirt?

Thank you it’s Fendi

All about cream just like a bagel

Fuck with my money and shit can get fatal

Still independent confusing the labels

Don’t got no chips then don’t sit at my table yeah

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans

Hot damn, 800 degrees

I’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like