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Money Twërk

Yeat - Money Twërk (Remix - Feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Lyrics

Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man)
Man, this nigga on another world right now
They said, uh, niggas was gettin' tazed
Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door
Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down
Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here
Real twizzy shit right here (real twizzy shit right here)
You guys don't know 'bout it
Jump out at the show (uh, I'm working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)
'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go
Huh, riding in that big lil' ass Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me
I got my blicky tucked
Headin' number one up on these charts
Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh
And I just brought in some Ms, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz
I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother
My slime, my twizzy, my mom
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it
I don't wanna hear 'bout nun
In the woods at 2:00 A.M. Rolls Royce truck
Yeah, with the Cullinan up
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top
It the time of month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
'Bout to triple it or somethin'
How you gon' talk to a rat?
How you gon' talk to the feds?
How you gon' talk to the smats?
How you gon' talk to the lead?
I don't give a fuck, just sayin', huh
Lil' bit', you heard what I said
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me
Yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe
Yeah, I park the Benz on tens
You ain't even made no money
Yeah, he don't make no sense
I had to turn the coupe, I'm 'bout to trip out again
Jump out at the show (Uh, I'm working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)
'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go
Huh, riding in that big lil' ass Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me
I got my blicky tucked
Headin' number one up on these charts
Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh
And I just brought in some Ms, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz
I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother
My slime, my twizzy, my mom
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it
I don't wanna hear 'bout nun
In the woods at 2:00 A.M. Rolls Royce truck
Yeah, with the Cullinan up
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top
It the time of month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
'Bout to triple it or somethin'
How you gon' talk to a rat?
How you gon' talk to the feds?
How you gon' talk to the smats?
How you gon' talk to the lead?
I don't give a fuck, just sayin', huh
Lil' bit', you heard what I said
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me
Yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe
Yeah, I park the Benz on tens
You ain't even made no money
Yeah, he don't make no sense
I had to turn the coupe, I'm 'bout to trip out again

Yeat - Talk (Slowed)

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi
(Damn, Trgc made that?) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah
Yeah
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)
They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot)
I told them (what? Yeah)
Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (yeah, yeah)
Just left the Earth, she go berserk (let's go)
My money twerk, my money turn up (up, up)
My money flip, my money burn up (yeah, skrrt)
I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (brrt)
Hellcat do the turn around then do the donut (err)
Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (skrrt)
Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (woo)
How I make 200 bands off a laptop?
Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded
Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (shh)
You not my bitch or my cuddy (uh-huh)
Yeah, Balenciaga, Margelly (Balenci')
Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (uh)
Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (uh)
Please, don't make me go shh like Melly (bah)
I been in LA, I been in Elly
Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (yeah, yeah)
Everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly)
I was broke, broke, now I made a milli'
I was livin' locked up, makin' money, goin' silly
Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga my sweatsuit
I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (ooh)
Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (woo)
Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou
She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (freaky)
This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her Fushigi (Fushigi)
I told my fiends I might hair-cut my beanie
I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (uh, uh)
First, I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones
Second, I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (go)
Then, I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more
And then take me an X, so I feel some more!
My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (bah)
Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie
Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (yeah)
Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (yeah)
Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (go)
Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (skrrt)
Hundreds and 50s, we adding up 60s
Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know!
No AM to PM in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (yeah)

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