Hey Ya! Lyrics

(Get money, get money, get money) Get money, yaya

(Yaya-) Bih

My 'lil hoe so blah blah

Get money yaya (Fuck, fuck, fuck)

Get money yaya (Hey, yaya, bleh-bleh)

My hoe so crah, man, she so blah blah

For that 'lil hoe let it go "ka-ka"

And for my 'lil bitch, I wont switch up for no dollar

And she got prada all on her ass, not from alibaba

(Huh, huh)

Get money, yaya (Get it, get money)

Get money, yaya

And me, my bitch, stick together like some zaza

And she'll fist a pussy bitch in her mouth

Yeah, she'll rock her

'Cuz she don't give no fuck

Me, my bitch, connected

Just like the wifi, just like a DAW

And, my bag it's swole as fuck, just like the titties in her bra

Yeah, i'm all about checks, yeah i'm all about decks

But, that money shit make a bitch take off her drawels

And, i'll hurt a 'lil bitch heart

And then i'll break neuton's 4th law

(Blah, blah, blah, blah, bow, bleh)

Are you hearing this shit, bitch?

Are you hearing my overlay? (Huh?)

I'm the realest of the real

Bitch, I can't fake (Bitch, I can't fake)

Niggas serving fake gas (Fake ass za)

Pussy boy better go take break (Take a brake!)

Live my life like anime

These hoes can't compensate

I'm lightskin nigga like drake, with a drac'

That's a fact, no fuckin' debate

I keep black on my fit, call 'em darkskin traits

I'll count up the money, i'll count up the honey

I never let it go to waste

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Prada on her ass, and it don't come from alibaba

I love that bitch, hope she wont switch up for no dollar

These hoes they cling to me but, they fold just like designer

I know a white bitch pray to black niggas, like gaga (Get money, get money, get money-)

Get money, like yaya (Get money, get money, get money-)

Get money, yaya (Get money, get money, get money-)

Get money, yaya (Get money, get money, get cash, get money)