Ya!

Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah
Ya! Ya

Two step running, I'm in my bag
Winning these games, my eight ball lasts
Gucci, not Fendi, I got my cash
Fucking it up, I gotta go dash
BB, no TV, I got a gold VV
We running it up and we running the city
I'm raiding the bank whilst I'm burning the CD's
I'm swerving the whip, tell me why is you needy

So why is you greedy
So why is you needy
So why is you leaving
So why is you greedy
So why is you greedy
So why is you needy
So why is you leaving
So why is you greedy
Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah
Ya! Ya

Been away, for a while
Working nine to five like I'm on a green mile
Copy me, like you copy my style
Shots to the face, BOW, BOW, you lying
So don't, hit me on my phone, no
So don't, hit me on the downlow
Lies, lies, turn you into stone with light
Cause you in my dreams at night
I won't go down with a fight

So why is you greedy
So why is you needy
So why is you leaving
So why is you greedy
So why is you greedy
So why is you needy
So why is you leaving
So why is you greedy
Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah
Ya! Ya



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua-james Bashford
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