Hey by Emoney X JC Lyrics
[Intro: Emoney]
(ULTRASOUND)
Yuh
Aye
Aye
Yuh
Aye, aye
[Verse: Emoney, ππ―π’π£π¦πππ¦]
On my neck, I got some VVS
Don't go outside, shit, It's the feds
They just mad I got some success
I ain't gotta do shit to impress
My ex tryna have some sex
I told that bitch "No, thank you, next"
I gave her the dick she scream "Yes!"
Put rubies like all on her neck
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar check
Being famous is so damn complex
All my bros, yeah they got my respect
Feel like Sir Flex-A-Lot, way that I flex
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
See all these bitches I'm seeing thΠ΅ir death
Bitch I body my fits, yeah when I drΠ΅ss
Changing colors, yeah I'm feeling like X
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Ay, ay
All my haters, yeah they fade away
Getting money from day to day
Your lil' shit is childs play
Okay, okay, okay
She riding my dick, scream my name
I'm feeling like woah but hey, but hey
[Chorus: Emoney, ππ―π’π£π¦πππ¦]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ULTRASOUND)
Yuh
Aye
Aye
Yuh
Aye, aye
[Verse: Emoney, ππ―π’π£π¦πππ¦]
On my neck, I got some VVS
Don't go outside, shit, It's the feds
They just mad I got some success
I ain't gotta do shit to impress
My ex tryna have some sex
I told that bitch "No, thank you, next"
I gave her the dick she scream "Yes!"
Put rubies like all on her neck
I got a hundred-thousand-dollar check
Being famous is so damn complex
All my bros, yeah they got my respect
Feel like Sir Flex-A-Lot, way that I flex
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
See all these bitches I'm seeing thΠ΅ir death
Bitch I body my fits, yeah when I drΠ΅ss
Changing colors, yeah I'm feeling like X
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Ay, ay
All my haters, yeah they fade away
Getting money from day to day
Your lil' shit is childs play
Okay, okay, okay
She riding my dick, scream my name
I'm feeling like woah but hey, but hey
[Chorus: Emoney, ππ―π’π£π¦πππ¦]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah
(ππ¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ, π©π¦πΊ)
Hey, and I'm feeling like woah