Denz - HIT Lyrics

(New day new song)
(New day new hit)
(I'm finna hit)
(I'm finna hit)
(My parlay)
(My bitch)
(My parlay)
(My bitch)

Uh
Uh
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
I'm finna hit bitch
(Hit)
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
Finna get rich bitch
(Rich)
I'm flexing on all of yall
(I'm flexing on all of yall)
I'm flexing from wall to wall
(I'm flexing from wall to wall)
This feel like mardi gras
I know what I'm doin
Just pass the ball
I'm startin to feel bad for yall
(Yeah)
Like charlie bucket
Man I need me a ticket
My momma mad
Cause I ain't cleanin them dishes
It's kinda sad
Cause she ain't seein the vision
I guess it's my fault
Like how the f*ck could I expect you to get it
I'm goin fast
I ain't look at the limit
I feel like nav
Momma give me a minute

Just give me a minute
Just give me a week
Just give me a
Just give me a month
Just give me a
Just give me a year
Takes a lot of time
To build a career
Niggas fake
I can see the veneers
I hope you like the man you see in the mirror
Cause things are closer than they really appear
You givin up
Cause you give in to fear
You givin up
When theres nothin to fear
I'm lookin up
Cause I know I'm right der
I just wanna
Be ahead of my peers
She don't love you
Cause you ugly and weird
I see em booin
But I only hear cheers

Uh
Uh
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
I'm finna hit bitch
(Hit)
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
Finna get rich bitch
(Rich)
I'm flexing on all of yall
(I'm flexing on all of yall)
I'm flexing from wall to wall
(I'm flexing from wall to wall)
This feel like mardi gras
I know what I'm doin
Just pass the ball
I'm startin to feel bad for yall
(Like what)
It's startin to get bad for yall
I'm puttin my all in this shit
Uh
And that's why I'm passin yall
I'm ballin like Pau gasol
I'm tryin my best for yall
(I'm tryin my best)
They hate when I'm poppin my shit
(They hate when I'm poppin my shit)
But I'll never change for yall
(But I'll never change for yall)
(I'll never change for yall)
(I'm talkin my shit that's all)
(I'm talkin my shit that's all)
(I'm walking my shit I ball)
(Yeah)
(I swear that I'm better than yall)

Uh
Uh
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
I'm finna hit bitch
(Hit)
I'm finna hit bitch
Yeah
Finna get rich bitch
(Rich)
I'm flexing on all of yall
(I'm flexing on all of yall)
I'm flexing from wall to wall
(I'm flexing from wall to wall)
This feel like mardi gras
I know what I'm doin
Just pass the ball
I'm startin to feel bad for yall
(Like charlie bucket)
(Man I need me a ticket)
(My momma mad)
(Cause I ain't cleanin them dishes)
(It's kinda sad)
(Cause she ain't seein the vision)
I guess it's my fault
(Like how the f*ck could I expect you to get it)
(I'm goin fast)
(I ain't look at the limit)
(I feel like nav)
(Momma give me a minute)

Just give me a minute
Just give me a week
Just give me a
Just give me a month
Just give me a
Just give me a year
Takes a lot of time
To build a career
Niggas fake
I can see the veneers

(Aye aye)
(Aye aye)
(What)
(Aye aye)
(Yeah)
(Aye aye)
(Yeah)