Yay

Yeah
This the song for them street cats
And all the home dawgs that lost they way back
Pack full of yay, I'm just trying to get paid

Bay bitches fuck for a check, I ain't 'bout that
Them yay bitches fuck for that Maybach
They ain't 'bout that real shit
Why I'm just trying to get rich
This petite chick going to do lines off my dick, saying
Take off your crucifix, I ain't new to this, say
Quit with the angel shit, you know you is devilish

Call yourself a demon, homie
Just because you're lit
Take the pot I'm pissing in
Hit you with a bottled fist, and then

Lose my shit, call it a Beautiful Mind style
Come up loud, I'm a fall silent
Ask me, "Yo, why you so violent?"
See, I got bills that's been piling
(Got bills that's been piling)
I'm trying to be like Northern Lights, shining
So show me them green faces

Bay bitches fuck for the blue check
Yay bitches get they ass fucked on a deck
Smoking Cremes to the neck like it ain't no thing
That's that shit, that's that shit
(That's that shit)



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Writer(s): B Craz
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