Young T & Bugsey ft. M Huncho - Oh Lordy Lyrics

Hm, hm, hm (yeah)
Hm, hm, mm, yeah
(Quincy Tell 'em)

I want the cheese, I want the honey
She got the bee, she got the jelly
I'm with the G's, I'm in the gully
Thumbin' a key, I push a button
GLE, it's nearly a hundred
Healthy, I'm blendin', I'm killin' the mornin'
Hands on the iron I'm choppin' a forest
Girl, I'ma kick it with you 'cause you honest
Cartier goggles, I make her gooshie
I make it WAP, I make her slushy
I got the means, I know the money (ching)
Bro make it click, back, run it
Do what I say like my name is Simon
Cleanin' is pretty, I treat you like ramen
Give me the pressure, now look at my diamonds
Quincy, he load up the beat, now I'm glidin'

Yo, five boys in here, man, you already know
We came in, we stepped in clean
Huncho just came in a spaceship, lookin' clean
Yo, Quincy run that, we about do somethin' clean, man
That's a new shit we say man, we fuckin' clean in this bitch, fam
We clean (ah)

I'm eatin' Bami, I'm feelin' the snap on my feet
In the tropics I had to retreat
She creep, she hop in a cabby
I fuck up the WAP, then I tell her to leave
I'm here with my fivers like Adam Levine
She bad like Adam and Eve (Adam and Eve)
The plug, he won't even sweat it
He know 'bout my credit, he front me a key
Bussin' the Cartier shapes, beret
Forty-one face, the face for me
Wetter in person, on make believe
AP, two tone, Christmas tree (Christmas tree)
I'm gettin' cake hit a little I thrown on my brodie, I'll send you a slice (send you a slice)
How she just came from Helsinki, he threw me some Cali
I'm high as a kite (high as a kite)
The Rollie a presi', I know that it cost me
A plain jane, nothin' to flood it (ye, ye)
I'm on the carpet, I'm moshin', I'm dippin' to shawty
She good with her noggin' (whoa)
Buss it (ye), too many bags on shoppin' (uh-huh)
Geneva Boutique, she love it (huh?)
Chrome with the hearts and covered, covered

Me and Nye talkin' watches, that's what it's come to
Went from playin' football, then I just come through bricks
Take pride in my attire, you won't know the designer
Until I go and I mention them
Is anybody worth mentionin'?
My guys, my fam, the MOB, my gyal
The whores can go, it wasn't love
I got the drop, on all the foe's that tarnished us
Provocatos around the place like furniture (like furniture)
Deny the jewl', I don't give in to curvature (curvature)
I'm onto those, he's onto us
So hurtin' us, so hurtin' us
The trap is clean, I'm Vinnie Jones
We're mean machine, got mean machines
The drop is clean, these Jordan 4s
They match the beam (oh baby)
They made a little cash and went crazy
And I made a few damn M's with patience, whoa
They made a little cash and went crazy
And I made a few damn M's with patience, whoa
And I told the bitch "Suck slow, so slowly"
Oh Lordy, steppin' in the ride with the hundred and the forty
Oh Lordy, Six-three S, so they can't control me
Oh Lordy, fuckin' on the beat like I'm fuckin' on my shorty

And my new bitch, on Vouge
She cutie, big booty
Hit 'em one time, watch it jiggle on a Cuban (glee)
Oh Lordy, homie, this week, I made 'bout forty
Oh Lordy, pressin' on the gas, that's five on the horses