Yes歌词

作词 : Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mule/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier
作曲 : Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mule/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier
Ooh-ooh, mmm-mm
Ooh-ooh
Whoa, whoa, yeah
You a yes man, I'm a rich boy (Throw some Ds on her)
I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess
And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of
I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back
Stupid lil' bitch wan' reminisce about some shit from way back
When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that
**** really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks
Why don't you get out yo' feelings? Middle fingers to these ****
They wanna see me turn to the villain, either way though, I'm a killer
When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes"
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
Yes, tch, yes, huh, yes, huh
When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes", huh
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
**** you mean? My life real GTA
And I need a payment in ETH
Right now the mother****er ETA
And I be the champ, ****, year after year, after year
Yeah, I'm goin' three-peat wave
I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheapskates
And I'm stickin' to the course, no PGA
Hoes plottin' on me, that's so cliché
Five-star suite, five-star general, yeah, bitch, and I'm goin' AWOL (AWOL)
How the **** a young **** got his whole logo
On a jersey and a **** don't play ball?
Stupid **** been like, "What you been on?"
I said, "A ****in' rocket, bitch, I'm 'bout to go take off" (Take off)
Bitch, I'ma fly my own PJ, **** you mean?
Top flight security of the world, Craig
Goofy-ass highs
**** got my name in they mouth 'cause I'm all in their girl head
I stuck to the code, **** can't decode me
If they pushin' my buttons, it's code red
Twenty thousand bitches prayin' that we break up
You that ****, why you sleepin'? I'm him when I wake up
Yeah, holy matrimony, way I stack the cake up
This right here the realest game I probably ever gave up
When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes"
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
Yes, tch, yes, huh, yes, huh
When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes", huh
Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh
Yes
Yeah
Yes
I would rather give y'all my soul, I don't have to sell it
Might take a piss off your rap Mount Rushmore after I scale it
Blue strips when I do hit the strip, know we ****in' it up like Elvis
No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk
Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no mother****in' therapist
Brought it right back to the crib like it's nowhere else to go
I was in North Carolina, throwin' up them pyramids with Hov
Confirmation that my ancestors built pyramids, for sure
Nothin' happens by coincidence, it's written in the scrolls
****in' wifey types like hoes
I can't even put on my clothes, bitch, I gotta go
Pockets so deep, it implodes
Who keepin' up with the score? I don't plateau
**** back up in that mode
And I don't weigh no pros or no cons 'cause I only know pros
**** what you sellin' me
I lay the play down to run this bitch, I think they tellin' me, "No"