"Ayyeeee" lyrics
Aye, I'm back on that old Yay
With the gold J
Might fuck around, call up my old bae
I'm just playing
Leave that in the old days
But look, I'm having sauce like Old Bay
No cap, I done peeped this shit (Huh)
Peep what, Yay?
I see how to beat this shit
This shit ain't bout rapping for real
You wanna get you a deal?
Listen up, I can teach you this
First thing you do
You gon' go get you a beat
Kinda a beat like this
Book you a session, go in the booth
Smoke you a wood so you can be lit
Don't make it difficult, go have fun
You gotta be free when you popping your shit
Let the beat ride, find something saucy
Say it one time, then repeat that shit
Look what I'm getting
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
That's the something they can repeat
Like how niggas repeat me
And say the shit I say on these beats
But I can get on that subject
A whole nother other day
Let's finish walking this beat
Look, my name Yayvin, I am the largest
I used to stay in the apartments
Know every day I came home
I was smelling like loud
So me and my momma start arguing
I grew up, got a job
Started working at Target
Made a song and blew up
So now I'm an artist
Now everybody calling me
Begging and borrowing
But when I was broke
Nobody was liking
Right next to me, like
"I see you struggling, here go some money, go pop it"
No, yeah
My car used to break down
On my way to work
Smoking this shit at the light, it'll jerk
Just like the newborns, but my Jeep new, boy
Wide body, pull out the lot, and it twerk
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, I say that shit to your face
I bet he black your eye though
Gon' hit you with this fire
If you reach for your belt line
I been had that gas in the hood at Chevron
I started getting money, started getting girls' hair done
You can keep on hating, I don't even care none
But back to the subject, I'm making a hit
I start talking about some real-life shit
You probably still ain't had none of my problems
Bob your head, my nigga I got some
Since I can remember, been popping my collar
Blocking with Unc
Nigga, free Jimmy
Long live Po Po
I'm tryna break the curse
And bring back the millions to Granny
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
With the gold J
Might fuck around, call up my old bae
I'm just playing
Leave that in the old days
But look, I'm having sauce like Old Bay
No cap, I done peeped this shit (Huh)
Peep what, Yay?
I see how to beat this shit
This shit ain't bout rapping for real
You wanna get you a deal?
Listen up, I can teach you this
First thing you do
You gon' go get you a beat
Kinda a beat like this
Book you a session, go in the booth
Smoke you a wood so you can be lit
Don't make it difficult, go have fun
You gotta be free when you popping your shit
Let the beat ride, find something saucy
Say it one time, then repeat that shit
Look what I'm getting
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
That's the something they can repeat
Like how niggas repeat me
And say the shit I say on these beats
But I can get on that subject
A whole nother other day
Let's finish walking this beat
Look, my name Yayvin, I am the largest
I used to stay in the apartments
Know every day I came home
I was smelling like loud
So me and my momma start arguing
I grew up, got a job
Started working at Target
Made a song and blew up
So now I'm an artist
Now everybody calling me
Begging and borrowing
But when I was broke
Nobody was liking
Right next to me, like
"I see you struggling, here go some money, go pop it"
No, yeah
My car used to break down
On my way to work
Smoking this shit at the light, it'll jerk
Just like the newborns, but my Jeep new, boy
Wide body, pull out the lot, and it twerk
Yeah, bitch
Yeah, I say that shit to your face
I bet he black your eye though
Gon' hit you with this fire
If you reach for your belt line
I been had that gas in the hood at Chevron
I started getting money, started getting girls' hair done
You can keep on hating, I don't even care none
But back to the subject, I'm making a hit
I start talking about some real-life shit
You probably still ain't had none of my problems
Bob your head, my nigga I got some
Since I can remember, been popping my collar
Blocking with Unc
Nigga, free Jimmy
Long live Po Po
I'm tryna break the curse
And bring back the millions to Granny
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm getting to the money like it was the old days
Bae, I'm having juice like OJ
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
