"Yaxa" lyrics

Hrr (Yo Skinny, you wildin', nigga)

If they play my song in this bitch, then shorty dance
She gon' shake that ass, baby, let me smash
I'm in love with dollars, so all I know is cash
Even in the bed, I have sex with rubber bands
I be on my mob shit, it's money over bae
Y'all be tryna play, bitch, I'm workin' every day
I need twenty milli', I might go rob the bank
I know shit get cray, shit, we better pray
I be on the mall and I spend on what I want
Gucci or Vuitton? I might buy 'em all
Shit, we gettin' freaky, she do it with no hands
She got implants, she give me advanced, huh, uh, huh
My bitch is gorgeous and she adore this
You see my body, she explore this, you can't afford this
Sippin' Henny White in Florida, this shit imported
Shorty hella smart in college, but head retarded
Why the fuck you gain the knowledge to get discarded?
I can't work a 9-to-5, I gotta sacrifice
In the trap, the recipe help change a fiends life
Let me cook it on the block, you know the shit is spiced
I might give you my two cents, but I won't tell you twice

Huh, huh, hrr
Hrr, hrr
Huh
I'm a Ruff Ryde