Yungdoms - The Way Lyrics

Woo, woo, woo, woo
You know I'm out here, just tryna grind and live
Make money
Make money, grind, and live
Money, grind and live
(We don't f*ck with weak shit bruh)
Okay?
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch
I get tickets for being too fly in the club
I got people tryna hug me, people I don't really love
Who are you to me? cause I don't really f*ck with all your flood
I like people who are real, not the fakest of the bunch
I got people on my dick
Like that shit is a public bench
I've just been tryna hit my grind (my grind)
If you got drip, then I guess I'm drenched (drenched)
If you got stoned, motherf*cker I'm high (I'm high)
I don't even know where the f*ck she went
If you heard money can't make you smile
I would rather cry in the seat of my Benz (woo)
Now that i put my first album out
That'll give fans something to talk about
Quotes about how I'm really up next (woo, woo)
Questions about how much is in my account
That's none of your business, bitches
I got enough for your Christmas wishes
Don't get it cinnamon twisted, Mrs.
My flow got the slickness, quickness (Woo)
Yo I've been going, I'm on a roll
Outta control, if you really want the smoke
I'm a pro, whatchu know (Yuh)
Yeah I've been floating, I'm on a boat
I'm just tryna flow for the gold
But I'm burning hot like I'm coal
Flaming with the money bitch
Nothing makes you honey rich
Leave you in a muddy ditch
Cause a bitch off of this flow
Bitch I really got it let's go (Woo)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh) (Okay)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh) (Okay)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh) (Okay)
Get out the way, bitch
Let a bitch ride
I don't f*ck with anyone that kills my vibe
Through a suicide
If you really talking do or die
I just wanna roll through the night
Got the apple in my eye
I don't f*ck around and make bands
I've been plotting these plans, but
You don't wanna catch these hands
Bitch I hope you really understand
I don't play games just commands
Bitch, I could write an essay
On why I'm the shit
That'll take a decade to explain
It'll contain a subject and a predicate
Like an end game like an x-ray
To the brain can't refrain
What I write mane
I can't stop like I'm a train
Imma rain with the pain
And gains, On my chains, bitch
You already know that I lane switch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch (Yuh)
Get out the way, bitch