Kay 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 f*ckin' , it's nothing
Don't let that type of sh*t 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, b*tch I do what I want
This pus*y 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 f*ck with b*tches that want it
I f*ck with b*tches that get it
You f*ck with b*tches that do it for likes and the hype and be broke off the gram b*tch 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 pus*y, 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
pus*y 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 b*tch and i'm paid, Kay
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[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 b*tches 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 n*ggas 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 pus*y is sweet
He eat it all, from the top to my feet
Don't need no spit pus*y, 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 f*ck 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
pus*y 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 b*tch and i'm paid, Kay
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