Yeat - Money Twërk (Lyrics)

Yeat - Money Twërk (Lyrics) Follow: instagram.com/yeat Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5swUIbecpzLt2yR8gTsx0b?si=da7fa4be2da244b9 Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, ayy My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Damn, Trgc made that?) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, get bread like Lil' Boosie Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah, yeah Yeah, ayy-yeah, yeah My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah) Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah) Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (Go) Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt) Hundreds and fifties, we addin' up sixties Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know) No AM to PM in 7-Eleven Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah) I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah) They ask me, "What do them racks do?" (A lot) I told them (What? Yeah) Make that bitch twerk, make that bitch twerk (Yeah, yeah) Just left the Earth, she go berserk (Yeah, let's go) My money twerk, my money turn up (Up, up) My money flip, my money burn up (Yeah, skrt) I got two phones, one to scam, one the burner (Brrt) Hellcat do the turn around then, do the donut (Skrt) Whole street smell the rubber, do a burnout in the Trackhawk (Skrt) Back to back, switch it to the Cayenne on the black top (Woo) How I make two hundred bands off a laptop? (Two hundred) Eliantte diamonds on me, I'm flooded (Yeah) Yeah, you not my twizzy, nobody (Shh) You not my bitch or my cuddy (Huh?) Yeah, Balenciaga or Margelly (Balenci) Yeah, you rock Marc Jacobs, you smelly (Uh) Yeah, came out the beast, out the belly (Uh) Please don't make me go, shh, like Melly (Bah) I been in L.A., I been in Elly Canary yellow diamonds on piss, R Kelly (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, everything Chane'-ne', everything Chanelly (Chanelly) I was too poor, poor, now I made a milli' (Yeah) I was living locked up, makin' money, goin' silly Doin' hits, had to buzz, I don't care, I don't feel it (Yeah, yeah) Balenciaga my sweatsuit I got your bitch extra wet in a wetsuit (Ooh) Got your bitch suckin' dick, blow it like kazoo (Woo) Her coochie balder than bald, that bitch Caillou She fell in love with me 'cause the bitch freaky (Freaky) This bitch gon' cap a lot, call her fushigi (Fushigi) I told my fiends I might haircut my beanie (Ah) I don't wish for shit in this life, fuck a genie, yeah (Uh, uh) First I'ma pour up the Tris for the real ones Second I pour up some Wock' so I feel some (Go) Then I'm gon' take me a Perc' so I feel some more And then take me an X so I feel some more (So I feel some more) My twizzy gon' lose it, pull out the lil' Uzi (Bah) Make hits, slidin' like Toosie, we rich like we Boosie Got hundreds on me every day, yeah, blueys (Yeah) Color of the jeans, I buy Trueys and Ksubis (Yeah) Take the bitch to Margiela, she go (Go) Fuck out the way, you can't ride in my boat (Skrrt) Hundreds and fifties, we addin' up sixties Fuck money and bitches, that's all that we know (Know) No AM to PM in 7-Eleven Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (Yeah) I might go mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth I'ma boot up with God, he said I put in work (God, yeah) Turn on notifications (🔔) when you subscribe to see new videos first! Let us know what you think in the comments and, as always, thank you for watching. ► For all inquiries, please send an email to: [email protected]