Stay Up lyrics

by

Yeat


[Intro]
Mikey, you ain't sh*t

[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 f*ck)
Come over, you on the table
Comme des Garçons on my neck (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 sh*t and my sh*t popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin’ cash, throwin' cash, cash layup
When I hop on this song, I'm a taxpayer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up

[Verse]
Fresh on bud
(Hey), They (Hey) know (Hey) that I get fly like a dove
Run through the bugs, free all my cuz
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
If I see 12, what the f*ck? 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 Buzz
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 sh*t get worse? I think I am cursed, wishin' the worst
Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive
Man, that booty look better in person
This sh*t hot, it's 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 a ghost did, yeah
Smokin' gas, go up like ghost did
[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 f*ck)
Come over, you on the table
Comme des Garçons 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 sh*t and my sh*t popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, throwin' cash, cash layup
When I hop on this song, I'm a taxpayer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
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