Jayda Wayda
Like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, - got the flavor"
Ayy, look like Jayda Wayda (Ddot cold as a -, on God), ayy, yeah
They like, "-, man, Luh Tyler got the sauce, he got the flavor"
Bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Gang, I'll send you to your maker, ayy, yeah, ayy
They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player
Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer
They like, "-, Tyler snappin' on the beat, that boy a gator"
Man, I'm steady gettin' to that cheese, ain't worried 'bout a hater
He came through dummin' in a truck you probably thought that boy was Mator
I'm busy gettin' to 'em bucks, I told the -, "I'll see you later"
I'm busy runnin' up that check, I told my -, "I ain't got no time"
I know some apes up in the jungle, - swangin' through the vines
Stevie Wonder dark shades on like a - blind
- tryna get that cake, -, steady on the grind
Do it just like Timmy Turner, poof a - like it's magic
-, I'm tryna get that money, run it up and then I bag it
They like, "Tyler ballin' like he playin' for the Mavericks"
- tryna run it up so we can ball and live lavish
-, I'm tryna run it up so we can ball and live great
I ain't worried 'bout a - or a -, I'm out the way
I'll never chase a -, the only thing I'll chase is cake
They like, "Tyler out this world, I think that boy from outta space"
The way I'm gettin' to these blues, you think a - Papa Smurf
They like, "-, Luh Tyler, you be goin' crazy every verse"
This lil' - she think I want her, but I don't, I'm just a flirt
"Luh Tyler, geekin' in the booth y'all probably think that boy a nerd"
I'm tryna run my check up, could give a f- about the fame
In a backseat of the coupe, -, kissin' Mary Jane
- dead be crashin' out, spend all their money on a chain
Coach had me on the bench, I told him, "Put me in the game"
60 dollars for a eighth that - taxin' like a cab
- feel like Rick and Morty cookin' up, I'm in the lab
I been runnin' numbers up, but I don't even f- with math
And a - cup dirty like it need to take a bath
They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player
Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer, yeah
Ayy, look like Jayda Wayda (Ddot cold as a -, on God), ayy, yeah
They like, "-, man, Luh Tyler got the sauce, he got the flavor"
Bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Gang, I'll send you to your maker, ayy, yeah, ayy
They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player
Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer
They like, "-, Tyler snappin' on the beat, that boy a gator"
Man, I'm steady gettin' to that cheese, ain't worried 'bout a hater
He came through dummin' in a truck you probably thought that boy was Mator
I'm busy gettin' to 'em bucks, I told the -, "I'll see you later"
I'm busy runnin' up that check, I told my -, "I ain't got no time"
I know some apes up in the jungle, - swangin' through the vines
Stevie Wonder dark shades on like a - blind
- tryna get that cake, -, steady on the grind
Do it just like Timmy Turner, poof a - like it's magic
-, I'm tryna get that money, run it up and then I bag it
They like, "Tyler ballin' like he playin' for the Mavericks"
- tryna run it up so we can ball and live lavish
-, I'm tryna run it up so we can ball and live great
I ain't worried 'bout a - or a -, I'm out the way
I'll never chase a -, the only thing I'll chase is cake
They like, "Tyler out this world, I think that boy from outta space"
The way I'm gettin' to these blues, you think a - Papa Smurf
They like, "-, Luh Tyler, you be goin' crazy every verse"
This lil' - she think I want her, but I don't, I'm just a flirt
"Luh Tyler, geekin' in the booth y'all probably think that boy a nerd"
I'm tryna run my check up, could give a f- about the fame
In a backseat of the coupe, -, kissin' Mary Jane
- dead be crashin' out, spend all their money on a chain
Coach had me on the bench, I told him, "Put me in the game"
60 dollars for a eighth that - taxin' like a cab
- feel like Rick and Morty cookin' up, I'm in the lab
I been runnin' numbers up, but I don't even f- with math
And a - cup dirty like it need to take a bath
They like, "-, Tyler got the sauce, that n- got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin - who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya - real smooth, -, I'm a player
Wake up every day, I hit my knees, and then I say a prayer, yeah
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Writer(s): Luh Tyler
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