Darius Kenvollis - HEATED Lyrics

(Two thousand dollars, all eyes, all eyes on me, me, me)
Two thousand dollars all over me, baby I gotta fan myself off, yeah
I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool it down, (Heated)
Yeah, I gotta cool down
(Heated)
Yeah, yeah
Louis Vuitton, hanging down all over my suit, yeah, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down
(Heated)
Yeah, you got me
(heated)
Yeah
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no She kiss you in the moonlight, my love
I wanna love you all day and night, night, night, night Don't waste my time tonight
Because I love you, Only real girl can play me, only the radio can turn me on Till I blow out
(Blow out, Blackout)
Until I blow out, yeah, yeah
Two thousand dollars, hanging down on my chest, baby, I gotta fan myself off, yeah
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta cool down, (heated), ooh, you got me, (heated), I'm heated
Whole lot of drama, whole lot of people callin', but not they mamas, Whole lot of talking trash and
Being a villain at the same time Whole lot of money, ain't no conversation, all my haters be waitin'
Just for me to drop a song, me to drop a bomb Whenever you put me on, I can't get off, yeah
That's the way it is, that's the show biss
Till I blow out, (Blow out, blackout) until I blow out, yeah, yeah
Two thousand dollars all over me, baby, I gotta fan myself off
Yeah, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down, (heated), ooh, I gotta cool down
(Heated)
Two thousand dollars all over me, baby, I gotta fan myself off, yeah, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, I gotta cool down, Heated
I never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no To love you in time like this
My love Be mine forever, mine today (If you see me in the streets, then play it pure honey, By the end of the day, I'm getting my money)
Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors Ten, ten, tens across the board
Show me your face, face, face, face, yeah Your face card, never declines my Gawd
Money, money, money, money Making me a giga rich, throw that money
If you see me in the streets, then play it pure honey By the end of the day, I'm getting my money
Ooh, you better cool it down Got my haters saying my name, mouth to mouth
Because y'all talk about me, y'all so strippy Monday, I'm over it, Tuesday, all my (hey)
Flip flop, flip it, flip flop a little chick, Fan me off, watch my wrist go
Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like Louis Vuitton, lock me up behind bars
Everyone know that I'm (Rich) Dipples on my cheek, bad breath, yeah, you stink
Drinkin' my water, I did my best One day, I'm overrated, and you can't get off this
Cause you flippin', flippin', you little words, And you know when I hop on, I'm gonna do my work
Ain't nobody finna wait, cause I know my Biss W-Z-Y-X- Jaden Rizz
Cause Louis Vuitton's all over my pearls And you know I got my matching boots
Cause Elvis Charles made my suit All this stuff came from his box of loot
Now, fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like Louis Vuitton, lock me up behind bars
Fingertips go tap, tap, tap On my N-L-L, makin' 18 tracks
Elvis Charles made my suit This diamond came from all that loot