Honey Buns

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Hittas talk is cheap mixed in with a little sweet.

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Yup, that's our mentality.

Money and it's gravity.

We have so much chemistry.

 

Honestly, I'm reckless.

Cause I'm not making my iggas defenseless.

Sleeping on me was a death sentence.

I'm proving it just with my presence.

My sound is prolific.

They want it all raw so let's be specific.

Do you want it sweet?

Or sexy and under the sheets?

Please, my cerebellums on another level.

Don't do mediocre cause that's detrimental.

And I know these phonies dislike me.

But I'm a dolla' sign so they won't fight somebody.

Me, and my squad six man deep.

We can leave the enemy obsolete.

Lyrically I don't jukes iggas flows I'm too godly.

(Bet they wanna see.)

Bow to the Caesar and I will deliver proudly.

Got no time for jokes.

Mi nuh ramp so discussion closed.

Been true to myself, so who cayah about these hoes.

All I cayah about is...

 

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Hittas talk is cheap mixed in with a little sweet.

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Yup, that's our mentality.

Money and it's gravity.

We have so much chemistry.

 

I'm a put it down, put down like Brandy.

He go, they go come around and I'mma be their philanthropy.

Until I tell them, bust downs, suck the D.

Then go back to touring overseas.

Everything I do is unconditional.

So I don't pour my heart and my soul out unless it's critical.

I do my pout and he'll get it.

I want all his attention or he'll regret it.

I pay him kisses, for my misses, that releases all of the tension.

Then he give me hun'ed bands.

To ball out with my confidants.

My cotiere want them James Dean iggas.

Gold chains, coup with the windows low, nice, nice, figures.

Dress so bad make his ice melt quicker.

Smooth talker, we wanna call him everyday,

say he wearing tommy hilfigers.

Then we can both talk business...

 

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Hittas talk is cheap mixed in with a little sweet.

We want honey buns, hun'ed bands, honey buns.

Yup, that's our mentality.

Money and it's gravity.

We have so much chemistry.