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Lyrics, Letra: Stay Up – Yeat
Intro
Mikey, you ain’t shit!
Chorus
Man, this money don’t make sense
But I’m still countin’ these pesos
Lately I’m stuck on the bench
But I’m still gettin’ this bankroll
She said, “Boy, I wanna have sex!” (Let’s fuck)
Come over, you on the table
I got the gold all on my neck
And I’m still sippin’ this maple (Let’s go!)
I’m rockin’ Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I started talkin’ my shit and my shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
I stay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I’m throwin’ cash, don’t care, catch layup
When I hop in the sauna, all my taxes paid off
Rockin’ too much water while the cats laid up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stay up
Verse
Fresh on bud
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Run through the bugs, free all my cuz’
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
If I see 12, what the fuck, I’ma run
I’m smokin’ exotic, I’m smokin’ on Runtz
The money keep callin’, I know it’ll come
So pass me the blunt, light it like I’m buzzed
No, I’m not your friend, no, I’m not your cuz’
I’m squashin’ these bugs, I do what I want
She told me, “Come bone”, that filet mignon
I’m doin’ these drugs, make me feel at home
Could this shit get worse? I think I am cursed, wishin’ the worst
Doin’ these drugs got me talkin’ and cursin’
Man, that booty look better in person
This shit hot and sizzlin’, scorchin’
Had no money so I made a fortune
Spend my money, my money extortion
Like a mummy, I’m wrapped up in goat skin
But I know that money make the world spin
Smokin’ gas, goin’ up like I’m ghostin’, yeah
Smokin’ gas, go up like ghostin’
Chorus
Man, this money don’t make sense
But I’m still countin’ these pesos
Lately I’m stuck on the bench
But I’m still gettin’ this bankroll
She said, “Boy, I wanna have sex!” (Let’s fuck)
Come over, you on the table
I got the gold all on my neck
And I’m still sippin’ this maple (Let’s go!)
I’m rockin’ Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I started talkin’ my shit and my shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
I stay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I’m throwin’ cash, don’t care, catch layup
When I hop in the sauna, all my taxes paid off
Rockin’ too much water while the cats laid up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stay up
