Jonah Raine, King Beli - Oh Hey Lyrics

Oh Hey, I'm eating…
Oh Hey, I'm eating steak gourmet
And I don't be getting dessert, but after I'm getting the cake
I had to run it up first for a lil, I had to stay out the way
Now I get racks for a verse ain't nothing, and they can't know where I stay
Okay, We getting lettuce romaine
I like to still keep it lowkey, I don't be wearing Balmain
And I cant be riding around town, I had to tint it up, everyone know about Raine
I don't spend money cus' I don't break big bills, and I don't even like to get change
Ayeeeee
Aye time to bring them racks out
I'm still in the trap beating work just like I'm Pacquiao
Sent her up the road for thirty-three she brought them back down
The same ones that I started with the same ones that I be round
Knew that I was flirting off this perky blew her back out
You gon' have to call this one emergency I black out
In another nigga city, still walking round with them racks out
Took Jonah to the cookout, my boy think that he black now
Let's go, She wanna fuck on the low
I used to let shit slide, but I don't be playing no more
Oh no! She want me to talk to her folks
She said I'm a rapper, they fuck with my music and they always saying I'm cold
I'm bout to bum it today, I'm prolly gon' thug it in slides
They see that we riding in foreigns, they stop at the light to say they fuck with the ride
Then we stop at a five star like its fast food for a couple of sides
And I can't be tripping about hoes, I told you the money my bride
And I ain't been one to change the subject but I been getting this money
Feel like the shit that I'm speaking ain't real, like I gotta show em' or something
On the E way with my dick in her throat when I'm going bout' a hundred or something
Put him on his back, then wrap him in tape, then I put a hole in the mummy
Steady be trapping and putting in work, when all of these bullets be dumping
No you ain't getting no money lil nigga, you be at the trap I be running
Wondering why I be fucking you bitch, I see why they call you a dummy
Ain't gotta talk they know how we coming, I'm spreading fifties and hundreds I say
Hey, I'm eating steak gourmet
And I don't be getting dessert, but after I'm getting the cake
I had to run it up first for a lil, I had to stay out the way
Now I get racks for a verse ain't nothing, and they can't know where I stay
Okay, We getting lettuce romaine
I like to still keep it lowkey, I don't be wearing Balmain
And I cant be riding around town, I had to tint it up, everyone know about Raine
I don't spend money cus' I don't break big bills, and I don't even like to get change

Oh Hey, I'm eating…
Oh Hey, I'm eating steak gourmet
And I don't be getting dessert, but after I'm getting the cake
I had to run it up first for a lil, I had to stay out the way
Now I get racks for a verse ain't nothing, and they can't know where I stay
Okay, We getting lettuce romaine
I like to still keep it lowkey, I don't be wearing Balmain
And I cant be riding around town, I had to tint it up, everyone know about Raine
I don't spend money cus' I don't break big bills, and I don't even like to get change
Ayeeeee
Aye time to bring them racks out
I'm still in the trap beating work just like I'm Pacquiao
Sent her up the road for thirty-three she brought them back down
The same ones that I started with the same ones that I be round
Knew that I was flirting off this perky blew her back out
You gon' have to call this one emergency I black out
In another nigga city, still walking round with them racks out
Took Jonah to the cookout, my boy think that he black now
Let's go, She wanna fuck on the low
I used to let shit slide, but I don't be playing no more
Oh no! She want me to talk to her folks
She said I'm a rapper, they fuck with my music and they always saying I'm cold
I'm bout to bum it today, I'm prolly gon' thug it in slides
They see that we riding in foreigns, they stop at the light to say they fuck with the ride
Then we stop at a five star like its fast food for a couple of sides
And I can't be tripping about hoes, I told you the money my bride
And I ain't been one to change the subject but I been getting this money
Feel like the shit that I'm speaking ain't real, like I gotta show em' or something
On the E way with my dick in her throat when I'm going bout' a hundred or something
Put him on his back, then wrap him in tape, then I put a hole in the mummy
Steady be trapping and putting in work, when all of these bullets be dumping
No you ain't getting no money lil nigga, you be at the trap I be running
Wondering why I be fucking you bitch, I see why they call you a dummy
Ain't gotta talk they know how we coming, I'm spreading fifties and hundreds I say
Hey, I'm eating steak gourmet
And I don't be getting dessert, but after I'm getting the cake
I had to run it up first for a lil, I had to stay out the way
Now I get racks for a verse ain't nothing, and they can't know where I stay
Okay, We getting lettuce romaine
I like to still keep it lowkey, I don't be wearing Balmain
And I cant be riding around town, I had to tint it up, everyone know about Raine
I don't spend money cus' I don't break big bills, and I don't even like to get change