"Ayye" lyrics
Hey, hahaha
I'm all grownsed up, man
Yeah, ha
Alright, look, hey
I'm so drunk, it's a bad idea to talk
'Cause I ain't makin' any sense, I'm just here to rock
Not sleepin', all grown up
Now the places that we go, they know us
Tell me, "Mac, it's so good to see you blow up"
'Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts
And I ain't dealin' with a ho got no butt
Gotta do more than chillin', just show up
I'm just out my mind
Stay dealin' with some girls who be out all the time
And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb
To the clouds, I'ma rise over balcony, shine
From the light of the sun, tonight'll be fun
'Cause the night is still young and the rhyme to the drum
Is flowin', an island
See the ocean when I'm chillin', got me smilin', like
"Ayy", tonight will be great
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
I'ma get it then spend it, the way it's gon' be
And you ain't know me if you ain't part of the team
If you ain't part of the team
You ain't know me if you ain't part of the team, like
Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great (Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me (Hey, hey)
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money (Hey, hey)
Too many people always thought I wouldn't ever do shit
I'm ruinin' my life and I'll never get rich
Forever I'm this, never goin' back
Don't fade to black, I'ma stain the map
Yeah, I'm changin' rap and my name is Mac
Trust me, then I'm ready when the cameras flash
'Cause the boy got presents like Santa's bag
Travel everywhere, homie, Alabama and back
My fans in the back in the stand and they clap
Give me love all day so I'm handin' it back
They believe, so they family
I'm ready right now, kinda antsy
And I don't got nothin' like a plan B
Just go and cop a crib in Miami
Get a Grammy and a Oscar
'Cause mother always said, "Act proper," hey
Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great (Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me (Hey, hey)
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
I'm all grownsed up, man
Yeah, ha
Alright, look, hey
I'm so drunk, it's a bad idea to talk
'Cause I ain't makin' any sense, I'm just here to rock
Not sleepin', all grown up
Now the places that we go, they know us
Tell me, "Mac, it's so good to see you blow up"
'Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts
And I ain't dealin' with a ho got no butt
Gotta do more than chillin', just show up
I'm just out my mind
Stay dealin' with some girls who be out all the time
And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb
To the clouds, I'ma rise over balcony, shine
From the light of the sun, tonight'll be fun
'Cause the night is still young and the rhyme to the drum
Is flowin', an island
See the ocean when I'm chillin', got me smilin', like
"Ayy", tonight will be great
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
I'ma get it then spend it, the way it's gon' be
And you ain't know me if you ain't part of the team
If you ain't part of the team
You ain't know me if you ain't part of the team, like
Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great (Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me (Hey, hey)
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money (Hey, hey)
Too many people always thought I wouldn't ever do shit
I'm ruinin' my life and I'll never get rich
Forever I'm this, never goin' back
Don't fade to black, I'ma stain the map
Yeah, I'm changin' rap and my name is Mac
Trust me, then I'm ready when the cameras flash
'Cause the boy got presents like Santa's bag
Travel everywhere, homie, Alabama and back
My fans in the back in the stand and they clap
Give me love all day so I'm handin' it back
They believe, so they family
I'm ready right now, kinda antsy
And I don't got nothin' like a plan B
Just go and cop a crib in Miami
Get a Grammy and a Oscar
'Cause mother always said, "Act proper," hey
Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ayy, tonight will be great (Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me (Hey, hey)
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
Writer(s): Malcolm James McCormick, Eric Allan Dan
