"800 Degrees" lyrics
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I don't fuck with exes that pussy outdated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
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
Writer(s): Jamir Malek
