Jayda Wayda lyrics

[Intro]
Like, "Damn, Tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor"
Ayy, look like Jayda Wayda
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
They like, "Damn, man, Luh Tyler got the sauce, he got the flavor"
Bad brownskin b*tch who look like Jayda Wayda
Gang, I'll send you to your maker
Ayy, yeah

[Verse]
They like, "Damn, Tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin b*tch who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya b*tch real smooth, n*gga, I'm a player
Wake up everyday, I hit my knees and then I say a prayer
They like, "Damn, Tyler snappin' on the beat, that boy a gator"
Man, I'm steady gettin' to that cheese ain't worriеd 'bout a hater
He came through dummin' in a truck you probably thought that boy was Mator
I'm busy gеttin' to them bucks, I told the ho, "I'll see you later"
I'm busy runnin' up that check I told my ho, "I ain't got no time"
I know some apes up in the jungle, n*ggas swangin' through the vines
Stevie Wonder dark shades on like a n*gga blind
n*gga tryna get that cake, n*gga, steady on the grind
Do it just like Timmy Turner, poof a n*gga like it's magic
b*tch I'm tryna get that money, run it up and then I bag it
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler ballin' like he playin' for the Mavericks"
n*gga tryna run it up so we can ball and live lavish
b*tch, I'm tryna run it up so we can ball and live great
I ain't worried bout a n*gga or a b*tch I'm out the way
I'll never chase a ho, the only thing I'll chase I cake
They like, "Tyler out this world, I think that boy from out of space"
The way I'm gettin' to these blues, you think a n*gga Papa Smurf
They like, "Damn, Luh Tyler you be goin' crazy every verse"
This lil' ho she think I want her but I don't I'm just a flirt
"Luh Tyler geekin' in the booth y'all probably think that boy a nerd"
I'm tryna run my check up could give a f*ck about the fame
In a backseat of the coupe, n*gga, kissin' Mary Jane
n*ggas dead be crashin' out, spend all their money on a chain
Coach had me on the bench, I told him, "Put me in the game"
Sixty dollars for a eighth that n*gga taxin' like a cab
A n*gga feel like Rick & Morty cookin' up, I'm in the lab
I been runnin' numbers up but I don't even f*ck with math
And a n*gga cup dirty like it need to take a bath
They like, "Damn, Tyler got the sauce, that n*gga got the flavor"
Need a bad brownskin b*tch who look like Jayda Wayda
Slide up on ya b*tch real smooth, n*gga, I'm a player
Wake up everyday, I hit my knees and then I say a prayer
Yeah