Hit My Line ft. JustSayJy Lyrics

Yeah I cannot lie

Hit my line if you wanna be mine

I need a shorty that's down to ride

Making this money shouldn't be a surprise

The way you smile it's making me blush

Swear to god can't get enough

Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch

Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Yeah I cannot lie

Hit my line if you wanna be mine

I need a shorty that's down to ride

Making this money shouldn't be a surprise

The way you smile it's making me blush

Swear to god can't get enough

Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch

Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Okay Look

I know what I said

Wanna be more than friends

Make you forget all about your Ex

You take all my time but I don't regret

Don't hang with no fakes only hang with my set

Gotta lot to prove so I'm not done yet

Ugh

It's about love a lot more than sex

Get you a chain with my around name round your neck

If I hit from the back then I know that I'm blessed

These niggas upset like what you expect

Just look at the diamonds they all VVS

Should I flood out the Rollie or the Patek

My little shorty she's as bad as the get

Been working so long forgot how to rest

And I can't stop till' I known I'm the best

Killing the game with 80 on my neck

Haters they teaming up but they no threat

They playin checkers while I'm playin chess

Wondering why I'm always one step ahead

Gin in my system I hope I don't wreck

Just like a reff you get hit with this Tec

Got my J's on better watch where you step

When I show up just watch how I flex

Too many snakes gotta step on they necks

Only headshots we don't fuck with the vest

Not concerned about who is the best

More concerned about being a better man

Too focused turned into less friends

Yeah that's right but I don't regret

Yeah I cannot lie

Hit my line if you wanna be mine

I need a shorty that's down to ride

Making this money shouldn't be a surprise

The way you smile it's making me blush

Swear to god can't get enough

Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch

Hand you my card you spend all of my funds

Hand you the card spend all of my funds

It's me n big Pete you know we gon' ride

He scooped in the truck

And I said what you on

He say hit the stu forsho what you on

Just gimme the beat I get that shit done

No paper no pad just straight off the dome

We hittin' homeruns I'm sending it home

The paper just called me I gotta get going

YUH

It's Pistol Pete and the Black Sheep

Going hard from the blacktop to the big bank in the backseat

Quick money track athlete

Can't do no favors don't ask me

Throw the pack like a quaterback

Had to get that like shit last week

Yeah I cannot lie

Hit my line if you wanna be mine

I need a shorty that's down to ride

Making this money shouldn't be a surprise

The way you smile it's making me blush

Swear to god can't get enough

Going to crazy I'm a fiend for your touch

Hand you my card you spend all of my funds