Kay by Tokyo Jetz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Don't you forget it, you should be mindin' yo business
Don't worry bout what you be hearin'
Don't ask no questions bout who I be fuckin' , it's nothing
Don't let that type of shit get you worried
Don't need attention, they riding for clout
Just did a show, got a whole new amount
Just had a son, put him in a new house
With a maid and a trust and a brand new account, Kay
You speaking on me, bitch I do what I want
This pussy his plate, he gon clean all his corners
Call him whenever, I want it, I get it
While you at home texting him saying it's tension, damn
I fuck with bitches that want it
I fuck with bitches that get it
You fuck with bitches that do it for likes and the hype and be broke off the gram bitch you trippin'
Ask how i'm doing, I tell her i'm straight
Back out the country, i'm prolly with bae
Get in this pussy, he say it's a lake
While you saving hoes it should come with a cape
Ain't about motion, I need me a fatty
Pulling my hair I be calling him daddy
St-St stuttering, say what you mean
Pretty, no titties, deposit on C's
[Chorus]
Show me the money, i'm robbing the bank
Hoes getting mad cause I did what they can't
I'm getting sleepy and you getting boring
Pussy so good, tryna give me a daughter
I ask him bout it he tell me it's water
You gon need napkins right after yo order, Kay
Pretty lil bitch and i'm paid, Kay
X2
[Verse 2]
I need a bag I ain't do it for clout
You in the comments, you hype from a couch
Ain't worried bout bitches with no car and no job and a room in a house, ha
Hey lil Amir, I guess he left it in
Gave him a trust that don't come with no limit
Worried bout who I let have it, or you more concerned I ain't letting you get it, oh
I can't go back to the bottom
I like my niggas with no baby mamas
Less she stay in place and don't give me no drama
Ain't fighting nobody my 9 like Osama
He call me sugar, this pussy is sweet
He eat it all, from the top to my feet
Don't need no spit pussy, do what it should, say
If he don't moan, it ain't good, Kay
If he ain't packin' i'm leaving him right where he standing and that's automatic, Kay
I might go fuck on a Heisman receiver
All at his games, in his jersey supportin'
I might just go make a movie, while I put it on him and let him record it, Kay
I make him sang like he Lucci
When he get inside it he out till the morning , ha
[Chorus]
Show me the money, i'm robbing the bank
Hoes getting mad cause I did what they can't
I'm getting sleepy and you getting boring
Pussy so good, tryna give me a daughter
I ask him bout it he tell me it's water
You gon need napkins right after yo order, Kay
Pretty lil bitch and i'm paid, Kay
X2
Don't you forget it, you should be mindin' yo business
Don't worry bout what you be hearin'
Don't ask no questions bout who I be fuckin' , it's nothing
Don't let that type of shit get you worried
Don't need attention, they riding for clout
Just did a show, got a whole new amount
Just had a son, put him in a new house
With a maid and a trust and a brand new account, Kay
You speaking on me, bitch I do what I want
This pussy his plate, he gon clean all his corners
Call him whenever, I want it, I get it
While you at home texting him saying it's tension, damn
I fuck with bitches that want it
I fuck with bitches that get it
You fuck with bitches that do it for likes and the hype and be broke off the gram bitch you trippin'
Ask how i'm doing, I tell her i'm straight
Back out the country, i'm prolly with bae
Get in this pussy, he say it's a lake
While you saving hoes it should come with a cape
Ain't about motion, I need me a fatty
Pulling my hair I be calling him daddy
St-St stuttering, say what you mean
Pretty, no titties, deposit on C's
[Chorus]
Show me the money, i'm robbing the bank
Hoes getting mad cause I did what they can't
I'm getting sleepy and you getting boring
Pussy so good, tryna give me a daughter
I ask him bout it he tell me it's water
You gon need napkins right after yo order, Kay
Pretty lil bitch and i'm paid, Kay
X2
[Verse 2]
I need a bag I ain't do it for clout
You in the comments, you hype from a couch
Ain't worried bout bitches with no car and no job and a room in a house, ha
Hey lil Amir, I guess he left it in
Gave him a trust that don't come with no limit
Worried bout who I let have it, or you more concerned I ain't letting you get it, oh
I can't go back to the bottom
I like my niggas with no baby mamas
Less she stay in place and don't give me no drama
Ain't fighting nobody my 9 like Osama
He call me sugar, this pussy is sweet
He eat it all, from the top to my feet
Don't need no spit pussy, do what it should, say
If he don't moan, it ain't good, Kay
If he ain't packin' i'm leaving him right where he standing and that's automatic, Kay
I might go fuck on a Heisman receiver
All at his games, in his jersey supportin'
I might just go make a movie, while I put it on him and let him record it, Kay
I make him sang like he Lucci
When he get inside it he out till the morning , ha
[Chorus]
Show me the money, i'm robbing the bank
Hoes getting mad cause I did what they can't
I'm getting sleepy and you getting boring
Pussy so good, tryna give me a daughter
I ask him bout it he tell me it's water
You gon need napkins right after yo order, Kay
Pretty lil bitch and i'm paid, Kay
X2