YEE-HAW Lyrics

I want my money all cash

Fuck a Visa

And I wanna leave a bag in Costa Rica

You be asking why we act up

Homie, we high!

So we pull up on your bitch like

Yee-Haw

And my homie be british like a tea cup

I'm in love with a lady, I ain't switch up

And this hoes I hope they know

They ain't get this dick, uh

I ain't want a happy life cuz I live one

I'm not alone anymore

Thank god, it feels like home

Now I think of what I own

And I see that i want more

And I hope it never stops

Cuz I can get whatever I want

You can get whatever you want

Yeah you know

You'll be stuck

You'll be fucked

It's still worth to be living?

If you keep up

Now you're down

You just gotta believe

And see that you are who you are

It don't matter for real

If you fall apart

The one thing to do is to collect the pieces

And light a blunt

Ya ya ya ya ya

I just want my baby in a lambo truck

You know I ain't deal with a time robber, hell no

You know we're a different kind

Yeah

I don't know why

Baby, baby you be on my mind

Yeah, all day, all night

Yeah, it really feels like paradise

But maybe it's better!

Homie, if you wanna go to heaven

Well, you gotta die first

I ain't even lying bro

She wears Ferragamo

She ain't with that Gucci

But she rocking every outfit

Your rules don't apply to me

I listen to nobody

We can lose everything in a second

And I ain't like it, damn

I want my money all cash

Fuck a Visa

And I wanna take my girl to Costa Rica

You be asking why we act up, homie, we high!

So we pull up on your bitch like

Yee-haw

Ya ya ya ya

I just want my mama to have a brand new car

But I got my music and that's all I got

Shorty you ain't get a ring but I'm a write you a song

You know, you know

We're a different kind

Yeah

I don't know why, but

Baby you be on my mind, yeah, all day, all night

Yeah it really feels like paradise

But maybe it's better!

Homie, if you wanna go to heaven

Well, you gotta die first!

I ain't wanna die young

I ain't wanna die young

I ain't wanna die young