MONEY YAK
Go get that money we gon' get it get it
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Mixing up that Henny with that cognac
Thousand dollar bottles of that money yak
Everything I do I make that money back
Sipping that money yak
We gon' make that money stack up
Scheme bout to dash up
Weed got us gassed up
Scream ain't no Tesla
Bween throw that ass up
Getting faded, passed out
Over-rated, lash out
Barely made it, pop out
We got us the bag now
I'm getting my bag up
That bread and cheese no bagel
I'm thinking bout Feta
That Marble, Bree and Cheddar
Been getting distracted
My bad I'm lacking adrenaline
I got to keep battling
All me, I wasn't gone let you in
Sipping on haterade
Drowning in 808s
I don't know what to say
I'm talking bout day to day
Little more travelling
Wake up, I don't know where I am
Ain't letting no groupies in
Wake up I don't know who they is
Mixing up that henny with that cognac
Thousand dollar bottles of that money yak
Everything I do I make that money back
Sipping that money yak
We gon' make that money stack up
Scheme bout to dash up
Weed got us gassed up
Scream ain't no Tesla
Bween throw that ass up
Getting faded, passed out
Over-rated, lash out
Barely made it, pop out
We got us the bag now
Go get that money we gon' get it get it
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Go get that money we gon' get it get it
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Finish at five
Got a piece of the pie
High as a kite and the juice on sky
Came for my cheque and it better be on time
Ice on my neck got me feeling like a slime
Sharp like you could of brushed your teeth with a fork
Been on a wave you increasing all your doses
Came in this bitch and I'm feeling all ferocious
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Parked out front, where the keys to the jeep?
Who?
Who got the keys of defeat?
Who?
Who trying to breathe on me?
Fuck your feelings don't sneeze on me
Ou!
Toast with clink and the glasses
Ain't shit sweet but it move like molasses
Fell to steep, had to prove I still had it
On your screen
In your room
In your classes
Came from the moon with a bad bitch
Said she in the mood for some cat fish
And we got the pool in the back end
She a bad bitch and the crew is a rampage
Ain't in the mood for the average
We on the move in the streets
Bout to gas it
You ain't getting money
Know nothing bout fashion
Niggas too flaky
They fall off like dandruff
What's the issue?
Somebody said they need a tissue
Somebody all up in my business
Calling my phone I'm changing my digits
Girl I'm bout to blow I'm going insane
Bitch I'm a beast
Can't keep me in the cage
She moving both ways
Can't stand in one place
Move like a dancer
She moving like snake
You ain't got the keys to my room, I don't need you
Damn I really thought I wouldn't leave you
Damn I really thought I really need you
Bitch why you fronting
Like you suffer from amnesia
Mmm ouu
I was never mad at you
Top down whipping down your avenue
Beep beep bet you wishing that was me and you
Don't know what I could have seen in you
You ain't got the keys to my room, I don't need you
Damn I really thought I wouldn't leave you
Damn I really thought I really need you
Bitch why you fronting
Like you suffer from amnesia
Mmm ouu
I was never mad at you
Top down whipping down your avenue
Beep beep bet you wishing that was me and you
Don't know what I could have seen in you
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Mixing up that Henny with that cognac
Thousand dollar bottles of that money yak
Everything I do I make that money back
Sipping that money yak
We gon' make that money stack up
Scheme bout to dash up
Weed got us gassed up
Scream ain't no Tesla
Bween throw that ass up
Getting faded, passed out
Over-rated, lash out
Barely made it, pop out
We got us the bag now
I'm getting my bag up
That bread and cheese no bagel
I'm thinking bout Feta
That Marble, Bree and Cheddar
Been getting distracted
My bad I'm lacking adrenaline
I got to keep battling
All me, I wasn't gone let you in
Sipping on haterade
Drowning in 808s
I don't know what to say
I'm talking bout day to day
Little more travelling
Wake up, I don't know where I am
Ain't letting no groupies in
Wake up I don't know who they is
Mixing up that henny with that cognac
Thousand dollar bottles of that money yak
Everything I do I make that money back
Sipping that money yak
We gon' make that money stack up
Scheme bout to dash up
Weed got us gassed up
Scream ain't no Tesla
Bween throw that ass up
Getting faded, passed out
Over-rated, lash out
Barely made it, pop out
We got us the bag now
Go get that money we gon' get it get it
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Go get that money we gon' get it get it
Ride with me we gon' get it yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Bounce with me yeah
Finish at five
Got a piece of the pie
High as a kite and the juice on sky
Came for my cheque and it better be on time
Ice on my neck got me feeling like a slime
Sharp like you could of brushed your teeth with a fork
Been on a wave you increasing all your doses
Came in this bitch and I'm feeling all ferocious
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Parked out front, where the keys to the jeep?
Who?
Who got the keys of defeat?
Who?
Who trying to breathe on me?
Fuck your feelings don't sneeze on me
Ou!
Toast with clink and the glasses
Ain't shit sweet but it move like molasses
Fell to steep, had to prove I still had it
On your screen
In your room
In your classes
Came from the moon with a bad bitch
Said she in the mood for some cat fish
And we got the pool in the back end
She a bad bitch and the crew is a rampage
Ain't in the mood for the average
We on the move in the streets
Bout to gas it
You ain't getting money
Know nothing bout fashion
Niggas too flaky
They fall off like dandruff
What's the issue?
Somebody said they need a tissue
Somebody all up in my business
Calling my phone I'm changing my digits
Girl I'm bout to blow I'm going insane
Bitch I'm a beast
Can't keep me in the cage
She moving both ways
Can't stand in one place
Move like a dancer
She moving like snake
You ain't got the keys to my room, I don't need you
Damn I really thought I wouldn't leave you
Damn I really thought I really need you
Bitch why you fronting
Like you suffer from amnesia
Mmm ouu
I was never mad at you
Top down whipping down your avenue
Beep beep bet you wishing that was me and you
Don't know what I could have seen in you
You ain't got the keys to my room, I don't need you
Damn I really thought I wouldn't leave you
Damn I really thought I really need you
Bitch why you fronting
Like you suffer from amnesia
Mmm ouu
I was never mad at you
Top down whipping down your avenue
Beep beep bet you wishing that was me and you
Don't know what I could have seen in you
Credits
Writer(s): Elia Fedele, Alex Toth, Tajah Rose-wilson
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