Gucci Mane - YAY lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] You'll never have another thang, gotta show me weight Bet a 100 thousand shooting at cee-lo hope he ace away Anytime time I'm in the club I order 10 bottles of Ace of Spade n***a you a roach and this choppa ya girl bought is the raid Migos hold my diamonds, say he need em by the diamond And these p**y n***as sweet, serve em yay And I'm shopping to the top, I'm not gon stop unless I'm robbed Like my version they some rastas Yay-yay [Verse 1: Takeoff] You a sweet n***a, sweet lit, turn up, shot, then finesse Got yayo, coco, get my ear fills from Pedro, sippin' on lean got a n***a in slow mo On the block running from the po-po In the trap wit the Meta World Peace elbows You would Think I'm Carlos in the trap way I got em for the L-O! (L-O) These chickens bought me a Bentley The diesel it bought me a dulley Your main b**h is in my jacuzzi Me and Thug in the bando boolin' Shoutout my CEO Gucci Busta on ya hip u know that's the ruley Everyday we makin movies One y'all get hit wit this Uzi [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I just pulled me a tender, I got that b**h in the blender She told me where you hide ya stash so I'm dressed like a ninja If he don't take me to that stash then I might just cut off his finger See I was raised up by OGs who cook c**aine with a hanger Burglar bars around my spot cause I can't lose not a single Ironing money in my house cause I don't like my sh** wrinkled Sell nothing less than a Nina Motherf** a subpoena If you my n***a then we'll never let money get between us And when we enter arena strapped up like Gilbert Arenas I got a monster demeanor laughing like I'm a hyaena And I'm the voice of the people but I got 2 desert eagles I'll leave 10 shot in your beemer and leave your a** for the reaper [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Young Thug] Thug got a sack yay-yay 100 b**hes rushin' to my car like a parade I smell like that real fish scale straight off of bait I don't need no stylist fresher than all my cla**mates Plus I love my J-O-B I'm paid it's Friday Tryna get in touch wit me u gon have to do it 5 ways, hey Plus I love all of my b**hes, fallin in love wit a midget Got the young thug playin' lottery and her p**y don't end in tickets [Hook: Young Thug]