YAYA (SheMix)

Designer attire, Gucci, Louis, Prada

One phone call, the Baddies slide like a cha-cha

Uh, yeah, mi amor

If you love me, you'll put me in Dior

I'm a baddie from the Bay, reppin' Cali every day (Bay Area)

Classy, but I'm savage, livin' lavish, bitch, I'm paid

Better get your head right, me, I live the best life

Jet life, countin' blues to my next flight

I got my bread right, you know my pockets chunky

If I fall off, I'ma land on some money (ah)

I'm on a different pay scale, I don't take L's

I been through the gossip, the slander, and hate mail

I'll leave a bitch face swelled, you know I'm with the drama

A nigga spend every dollar for this yaya

This pussy do tricks like voilà, tada

Ayy, ayy, ayy (let's get it)

Thick lil' bitch and she got some good yaya

Broke-ass niggas ain't gettin' no yaya

Just hit an opp, now we smokin' one (uh, uh, uh)

Came through lookin' like candy, piñatas (uh)

Jolly Rancher on the cherry, bussin' māthās (uh)

BK bitch, body smokin' like ZaZa (yeah)

Rollin' through Compton, Av with that yaya

I thought they knew better than to play with a bitch

You know your man need a loan the way his thirst need a quench (uh)

In the BP wearin' Ferragus, you can smell through the vents (haha)

I'm from the concrete jungle where the pellets is bricks

I tell a nigga like this, homie, lay down or stay down

'Cause I ain't never played with it, not even on the playground (never)

A first-class flight for the yaya on the way down (uh)

I send a nigga up for the yaya and the PayPal

Yeah (grrt)

Got 'em goin' dumb and they lookin' for that (yaya)

Goin' 'upid and they lookin' for that (yaya)

You'll get boomed if I'm carryin' that-

Ayy, caller number two

Ayy, the ladies went yaya

But, nigga, I heard that shit that Blueface leaked online

You mind playin' that for me, bro?

Nigga, no cursin' on the station, but, yeah, aight

Still fuckin' on Jaidyn (yeah)

Still fuckin' on Stunna (yeah)

Still fuckin' on Neveah (aight)

Hate the game, not the player, I don't give a fuck 'bout fair (here)

Here, take this lil' money, bitch, go do your hair (bop)

Before I come over there, bitch, who all over there?

You see me squabble up, don't grab me, grab the polar bear (yeah)

We hit him with yaya and now he talkin' 'bout uh-uh (aight)

I'm one hit away from your bitch callin' me papa

Drop top in the drop-top, I only came for the māthā (bop)

Your lip gloss is poppin', baby, hi, lil' mama (mama)

Better do your big one if you want the top spot

All I got is dick for a bitch tryna cock-block

Dead homies, baby got some good yaya

Thick lil' bitch