"Yes Ma'am" lyrics
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Jay, no Z
Eazy, no E
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
At the mall, I shop all day
Them LV shades are callin' my name
She sayin', "oh boy, it's mine"
Them LV shades get sun on my face
My haters talk a lot
But at the same time got nothing to say
How when I was down, you ain't get the picture
But now I'm up, you jump in the frame?
You funny, stand-up comedian
In this Moncler is another bohemian
Your shorty bad, but she not obedient
Me and her mix like we was ingredients
I'm not social off the medias
I keep my nose in the studio
Took her like the money getting tedious
Touching more green than a [?]
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
You run down on a baddie, it's sexual harassment
I run down a baddie, it's good interaction
Found what she need like she open a cabinet
Broke out the meth, it's tappin'
Bands on my lap while I'm movin' in traffic
In this game, you lose some friends
But it's not your fault that they couldn't hack it
Yeah, for sure, though, you not my brother, stop calling me bro-bro
Jason Derulo how I'm ridin' solo
To fuck on your sister, I feel like Manolo
I got the game in a stronghold
Cutting the green with the bro like a lawnmower
Grown men getting tight 'cause we don't have a convo
Like I'mma talk to a broke boy pronto
Make it make sense
'Cause y'all hit me out 'cause I make it make dollars
Y'all wanna smoke
Now your careers in a roll, that's blunt force trauma
I am the GOAT that carries the weight on my back
I might be part llama
Haters never get lost
You know where to find them, stayin' on dick like condoms
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Jay, no Z
Eazy, no E
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
At the mall, I shop all day
Them LV shades are callin' my name
She sayin', "oh boy, it's mine"
Them LV shades get sun on my face
My haters talk a lot
But at the same time got nothing to say
How when I was down, you ain't get the picture
But now I'm up, you jump in the frame?
You funny, stand-up comedian
In this Moncler is another bohemian
Your shorty bad, but she not obedient
Me and her mix like we was ingredients
I'm not social off the medias
I keep my nose in the studio
Took her like the money getting tedious
Touching more green than a [?]
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
You run down on a baddie, it's sexual harassment
I run down a baddie, it's good interaction
Found what she need like she open a cabinet
Broke out the meth, it's tappin'
Bands on my lap while I'm movin' in traffic
In this game, you lose some friends
But it's not your fault that they couldn't hack it
Yeah, for sure, though, you not my brother, stop calling me bro-bro
Jason Derulo how I'm ridin' solo
To fuck on your sister, I feel like Manolo
I got the game in a stronghold
Cutting the green with the bro like a lawnmower
Grown men getting tight 'cause we don't have a convo
Like I'mma talk to a broke boy pronto
Make it make sense
'Cause y'all hit me out 'cause I make it make dollars
Y'all wanna smoke
Now your careers in a roll, that's blunt force trauma
I am the GOAT that carries the weight on my back
I might be part llama
Haters never get lost
You know where to find them, stayin' on dick like condoms
I think my money is gay
It's too many men on top of one another
Why do you chew on my dick?
Please stop, it's not a Hubba Bubba
Look, I'on care if we blood
You fuck with my opp, you not another brotha
Only time I say "yes, ma'am" when she wanna fuck
I'm not a gunna, gunna
