August Alsina - Hell Yeah lyrics

rate me

feat. Juelz Santana

[Intro]

Hell yeah

Hell yeah

Santana!

I’m over the lean, but I think I want some more

All my niggas spending, so bartender pour some more

Last we getting faded

Smokin on that hit and quit, bitches gettin naked

Don’t they know I hit and quit?

What you tryna do?

You’re looking like some trouble that I wanna get into

Your homegirl lookin bad as fuck, so she can get it too

I ain’t apologizing, I ain’t sorry

Girl, for touching on your body ’cause I just came here to party

[Hook]

If you’ve been up in the spot, and you need another shot

Say hell yeah, hell yeah

If the chick across the room drop it, drop it like it’s hot

Say hell yeah, hell yeah

If you party ’til the lights turn on

Hell yeah

And the DJ’s playing your song

Hell yeah

If you ain’t about to stop until somebody call the cops

Say hell yeah

I see bottles on the table, shorty on the molly

With a piercing in her navel, puffing like I’m Marley

So now everybody faded, waving at my haters

Cause I see you mean mugging, now they got me saying

What you wanna do?

Instead of causing trouble, nigga, here’s what you should do:

Go look around and find some hoes that you can get into

Cause I’m just out here tryna do the same

But I got the tooly on my just in case you want to bang

[Hook]

If you’ve been up in the spot, and you need another shot

Say hell yeah, hell yeah

If the chick across the room drop it, drop it like it’s hot

Say hell yeah, hell yeah

If you party ’til the lights turn on

Hell yeah

And the DJ’s playing your song

Hell yeah

If you ain’t about to stop until somebody call the cops

Say hell yeah

Check me out, check me out I’m on some conceited shit

Pocket full of dead presidents, but I ain’t grieving, bitch

Married to the game, that’s forever, I ain’t leavin it

I know your man don’t put it down

Cause you look like you need the dick

One time for them haters two times for them fakers

Three times for these bad bitches, we fuckin all of them later

Hell yeah, gettin money’s my M.O.

But I don’t pay for no pussy, so I hope you got that memo

I tell em hold on and don’t let go

And I treat the pussy like a rental swerve

Then I beat the pussy instrumental

Let’s go, let’s go

If you party ’til the lights turn on

Hell yeah

And the DJ’s playing your song

Hell yeah

If you ain’t about to stop until somebody call the cops

Say hell yeah

Turn up

Hell yeah.