Yallas on my line, but they ain't saying what I'm jacking
Money on my mind, I gotta make I gotta have it
We get right in traffic, dollar flow elastic
Nino got that shit that make you glitch, it could get tragic
When she want my time, she get to trippin get to acting
Baby Ima slide, so don't be playing cause I'm casting
We a different bracket, yoppa made him adlib
When you got that shit, they wanna in, but they can't have it
I gotta keep a stashy at the crib cause she my yalla
Thats my lil demon, you know the devil wear prada
Build her up because I gotta, busting juggs out the Ramada
Stay down, and we came a long way from that Sonata
And we made all them niggas pay, stand on everything I say
Don't ask me what I did today, that shit might get me sent away
But she know I got different Ye's, sliding, bussing different plays
She know she a rider, I ain't gotta tell her switch her ways
Shits moving now it's actually working, I know they mad that we earning
And I just put in for ya funeral service, I gotta boppa hold the yoppa inna brand new birkin
Like go this choppa now you praying that they get you a surgeon
I was tryna bag em, when the bitch ain't even like me yet
I'm a simple nigga, bag a bitch inside a nike tech
We don't speak on murders, niggas talkin, bro got life for that
Had to rob some niggas that I knew, no I ain't right for that
How the f*ck you tell on niggas that you stayed the night with
Me and brodie played the 9 all night, just like a night shift
Me and you ain't beefing, you a bitch, no this is not fair
And we know ya mother, don't be crazy, got that drop there
On a nigga head just like a durag or a wave cap
Lil bro be on it, he a spinner, but he laid back
We them niggas, pull up to ya hood or where ya gang at
Think I seen when lil brodie got it, tell em bang that
Yalla (feat. Kye Bills & Dotti Bandz) Video (MV)
Performed By: Wavey 027
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Travis Seales, Jhaki Young, Bernaldi Orisma
Wavey 027 - Yalla (feat. Kye Bills & Dotti Bandz) Lyrics
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Yallas on my line, but they ain't saying what I'm jacking
Money on my mind, I gotta make I gotta have it
We get right in traffic, dollar flow elastic
Nino got that shit that make you glitch, it could get tragic
When she want my time, she get to trippin get to acting
Baby Ima slide, so don't be playing cause I'm casting
We a different bracket, yoppa made him adlib
When you got that shit, they wanna in, but they can't have it
I gotta keep a stashy at the crib cause she my yalla
Thats my lil demon, you know the devil wear prada
Build her up because I gotta, busting juggs out the Ramada
Stay down, and we came a long way from that Sonata
And we made all them niggas pay, stand on everything I say
Don't ask me what I did today, that shit might get me sent away
But she know I got different Ye's, sliding, bussing different plays
She know she a rider, I ain't gotta tell her switch her ways
Shits moving now it's actually working, I know they mad that we earning
And I just put in for ya funeral service, I gotta boppa hold the yoppa inna brand new birkin
Like go this choppa now you praying that they get you a surgeon
I was tryna bag em, when the bitch ain't even like me yet
I'm a simple nigga, bag a bitch inside a nike tech
We don't speak on murders, niggas talkin, bro got life for that
Had to rob some niggas that I knew, no I ain't right for that
How the f*ck you tell on niggas that you stayed the night with
Me and brodie played the 9 all night, just like a night shift
Me and you ain't beefing, you a bitch, no this is not fair
And we know ya mother, don't be crazy, got that drop there
On a nigga head just like a durag or a wave cap
Lil bro be on it, he a spinner, but he laid back
We them niggas, pull up to ya hood or where ya gang at
Think I seen when lil brodie got it, tell em bang that
Money on my mind, I gotta make I gotta have it
We get right in traffic, dollar flow elastic
Nino got that shit that make you glitch, it could get tragic
When she want my time, she get to trippin get to acting
Baby Ima slide, so don't be playing cause I'm casting
We a different bracket, yoppa made him adlib
When you got that shit, they wanna in, but they can't have it
I gotta keep a stashy at the crib cause she my yalla
Thats my lil demon, you know the devil wear prada
Build her up because I gotta, busting juggs out the Ramada
Stay down, and we came a long way from that Sonata
And we made all them niggas pay, stand on everything I say
Don't ask me what I did today, that shit might get me sent away
But she know I got different Ye's, sliding, bussing different plays
She know she a rider, I ain't gotta tell her switch her ways
Shits moving now it's actually working, I know they mad that we earning
And I just put in for ya funeral service, I gotta boppa hold the yoppa inna brand new birkin
Like go this choppa now you praying that they get you a surgeon
I was tryna bag em, when the bitch ain't even like me yet
I'm a simple nigga, bag a bitch inside a nike tech
We don't speak on murders, niggas talkin, bro got life for that
Had to rob some niggas that I knew, no I ain't right for that
How the f*ck you tell on niggas that you stayed the night with
Me and brodie played the 9 all night, just like a night shift
Me and you ain't beefing, you a bitch, no this is not fair
And we know ya mother, don't be crazy, got that drop there
On a nigga head just like a durag or a wave cap
Lil bro be on it, he a spinner, but he laid back
We them niggas, pull up to ya hood or where ya gang at
Think I seen when lil brodie got it, tell em bang that
Writer: Travis Seales, Jhaki Young, Bernaldi Orisma
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid