Mumbai Heat lyrics

[Intro]
Phew
(Loesoe going crazy)
Say, woo
Yeah yeah, (Ha, ha, ha) yeah yeah (Chyeah)
Come on, come on (Ha, ha, ha)
Balaji, Balaji (Chyeah)
Mumbai (Ha, ha, chyeah, woo)

[Chorus]
Mumbai heat, Mumbai heat
Yeah, she Mumbai heat (My baddie)
Mumbai heat

[Verse 1]
I’m ridin’ in Ferrari with my bad Pakistani
I’m tryna tell her sum’, I’m tryna say it in Punjabi
Real cool vibe, dress made Don Cavalli
I had to call Givenchy, tell ‘em “Sew her up a story”
Shoutout to my art, nah shoutout to my baddie
It’s like my baddie henna tatted, but I’m really tatted
Lookin’ for me, she gon’ swap my face out like acne
I just left my bae, I know she been tryna catch me
Look inside the bank, I taught the math in Madras
The print gon’ get the Codeine in from Karachi