Video Hell Yeah de Abel Zamora 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abel Zamora - Hell Yeah Lyrics

[Intro]
Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
Money, Money, Money, Money, Money
Tay motherfuckin', ayy, ayy
Ayy, cash, Money

[Chorus]
Do she got cash? Yeah (Cash)
Do she got ass? Yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Do she got big bags riding in the back of the Lam’, like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah), lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah)
If it ain’t this bitch then it ain't no bitch
'Cause I look like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)

[Verse 1]
Looking like hell yeah (Money, ayy), bitch wanna be me (Ayy)
Ice cool, yeah I look like ice cream (Bing)
Hotbox with a hot girl smokin' 93 gasoline (Gas)
Bitch, what you mean? (What you mean?) Bitch, what you mean? (Girl)
Turn you up like Tina (Whoa)
Ass fat, damn, Gina (Whoa)
White girl, Christina (Ayy)
Mean girl, Regina (Ayy, you better)
Girl, let me you tell something real quick
Hold up, wait a fuckin' minute (Girl)
Tay Money had to get money, can you imagine if I didn't?
[Chorus]
Do she got cash? Yeah (Cash)
Do she got ass? Yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Do she got big bags riding in the back of the Lam', like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah), lookin’ like hell yeah (Yeah)
If it ain’t this bitch then it ain't no bitch
’Cause I look like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Do she got cash? Yeah (Cash)
Do she got ass? Yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Do she got big bags riding in the back of the Lam', like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah), lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah)
If it ain’t this bitch then it ain't no bitch
'Cause I look like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)

[Verse 2]
I'm from Texas (Ayy), country grammar with a lil' bit of sweet tea (Ayy, ayy)
Bitches tryna get to me, but I'm way up out they league (Whoa)
You talk shit but that shit cheap (Whoa), just like your shoes (Bitch)
I wish you could too (Ayy), do what I do (Mini-me)
I'll take your man (Ayy), pop out, make bands (Bitch)
She my biggest hater and my number one fan (Girl)
You mad at me, tell your dude watch his hands
I do dumb shit, I throw money at my fans (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Do she got cash? Yeah (Cash)
Do she got ass? Yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Do she got big bags riding in the back of the Lam', like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah), lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah)
If it ain't this bitch then it ain't no bitch
'Cause I look like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Do she got cash? Yeah (Cash)
Do she got ass? Yeah (Ayy, yeah)
Do she got big bags riding in the back of the Lam', like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)
Lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah), lookin' like hell yeah (Yeah)
If it ain't this bitch then it ain't no bitch
'Cause I look like hell yeah (Like cash, cash)