YE Lyrics

I feel like Kanye West with all this power my nigga

So fuck it I might go ghost

I hate to getting involved with these women

Because all these bitches be doing the most

I'm finally starting to feel like I made my nigga

Can we all just come take a toast

I just been stackin this paper

And flip it

Till I feel I overdose

I just been living my life with my brothers you know

I don't ever go out with these hoes

We just been gettin this product and making these dollars

You know we like to get it gone

Lost too many niggas just trynna get to this money

I pray for my niggas to all make it home

To all them people talk shit from the bleachers

My niggas will come pop your can like a coke

Said I was gone make it out of the East

All you bitches took me for a joke, and my pants a lil tight

And this shit on my side so i'm sorry if you feel a poke

Said i'm sorry your honor

Left hand on the bible, i'll still lie to you under oath

And if you gotta problem you just gotta holla

All the niggas round me start a show

And I keep trynna stuff all this shit in my pants

And I keep getting mad cause I see it won't fold

If you ain't talking about getting some money my nigga

Then why you keep calling my phone

It's too much traffic in front of the spot

I had to tell all them junkies to get from the door

I got too much shit I gotta live for

I don't know about you but i'm gone make it home

Moment of silence for all my potnas

I cry everytime that I realize you gone

I can really give a fuck about some friends

Cause I swear everytime I go through shit alone

I love all my partners, one wrong move I pop them

I hope all that snake shit don't go cross they dome

To all the young niggas just tryna get riches

My advice to you is to just keep your chrome

So much ice make you cream and I don't wanna be mean

But my baby I just wanna stuff you like a cone

This for my niggas that's stuck in the system

And all my niggas that ain't make it home

Keep your head above water, and chase every dollar

And keep all them niggas from around the gone fold

They scared to get money, these niggas some dummies

Just went gotta bag all this shit on the floor

To all of my niggas you know that I love you

I swear we will never fall out about hoes

I had to cut too many niggas out my circle

But business is business you know how it go

And I can't wait to get outta East

And look out the door in my Versace robe

I don't wanna argue cause I ain't no lawyer lil baby

Advice you to just watch your tone