CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 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 f**k cause she heard I got great D
She throwing it back got her doing 180s
Look I don't pull b*t*hes, b*t*h I pull ladies
I don't f**k with exes, that pu**y outdated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 f**k but I'm not in the mood
I don't give a sh*t, ain't dropping a poo
Turned down a 10, brought that b*t*h to a 9
Hoes in my bed like 6 at a time
Sipping on red b*t*h, 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
b*t*h I'm a MAC computer
I don't f**k with these cats like I'm neutered
Put myself on the map so you can't tell me sh*t lil b*t*h 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
f**k with my money and sh*t 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
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 f**k cause she heard I got great D
She throwing it back got her doing 180s
Look I don't pull b*t*hes, b*t*h I pull ladies
I don't f**k with exes, that pu**y 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 f**k but I'm not in the mood
I don't give a sh*t, ain't dropping a poo
Turned down a 10, brought that b*t*h to a 9
Hoes in my bed like 6 at a time
Sipping on red b*t*h, 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
b*t*h I'm a MAC computer
I don't f**k with these cats like I'm neutered
Put myself on the map so you can't tell me sh*t lil b*t*h 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
f**k with my money and sh*t 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
