YAY by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
Talk that work, nigga
[Hook] (2x)
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Want me in your city man, know I need a check
A check for the verse and a check for the set
Some niggas' shootin' in the air, some nigga's shootin for respect
Charlie horse last night; I pulled a muslce tryna flex
See me thumbin' through these hundreds
Said it make her pussy wet, I just started 10 and up
Nigga, I ain't done yet
I gotta couple goofy niggas' that'll kill for me
They told me "Quilly just rap, get a deal for me"
I gotta score cuz the shot clock tickin'
I'm in the kitchen and the wrist steady flickin'
Won't catch no feelins for you, I'ma keep it pimpin
Banana clip, she won't ever catch me slippin'
I used to have bomb on me; get that blow money
Now I get that verse money and that show money
My old head did 15, did a fed case
I'm heavy in these streets, you just dead weight
[Hook] (2x)
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
[Verse 2: Quilly]
I get money in my city, I get money outta state
I get money off the mic, I get money off the plate
I get work on my arm, I get pussy from my face
Any nigga turned a ounce to a 9, can relate
It don't matter what's your hustle
9 to 5, sell O's, sell hoes, sell clothes, you a promoter;
Sell shows
Just stay true to your religion nigga, never sell your soul
Talkin' to the money now, got them bitches on hold
Skatin' on thin ice, hockey numbers and parole
Have that same energy when you're in court; don't fold
I remember where I'm from, and I know just where I'm at
When I go, I'll bring my niggas', I won't leave em in the trap
We might come just to visit, but we never goin' back
I just wanna see the top, get some top in the bach
Money machine go "beep", my Gun go "clap"
Bitches be like "oh that's Quilly", when I'm walkin' out of Saks
Talk that work, nigga
[Hook] (2x)
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Want me in your city man, know I need a check
A check for the verse and a check for the set
Some niggas' shootin' in the air, some nigga's shootin for respect
Charlie horse last night; I pulled a muslce tryna flex
See me thumbin' through these hundreds
Said it make her pussy wet, I just started 10 and up
Nigga, I ain't done yet
I gotta couple goofy niggas' that'll kill for me
They told me "Quilly just rap, get a deal for me"
I gotta score cuz the shot clock tickin'
I'm in the kitchen and the wrist steady flickin'
Won't catch no feelins for you, I'ma keep it pimpin
Banana clip, she won't ever catch me slippin'
I used to have bomb on me; get that blow money
Now I get that verse money and that show money
My old head did 15, did a fed case
I'm heavy in these streets, you just dead weight
[Hook] (2x)
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
All I do is talk YAY
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
[Verse 2: Quilly]
I get money in my city, I get money outta state
I get money off the mic, I get money off the plate
I get work on my arm, I get pussy from my face
Any nigga turned a ounce to a 9, can relate
It don't matter what's your hustle
9 to 5, sell O's, sell hoes, sell clothes, you a promoter;
Sell shows
Just stay true to your religion nigga, never sell your soul
Talkin' to the money now, got them bitches on hold
Skatin' on thin ice, hockey numbers and parole
Have that same energy when you're in court; don't fold
I remember where I'm from, and I know just where I'm at
When I go, I'll bring my niggas', I won't leave em in the trap
We might come just to visit, but we never goin' back
I just wanna see the top, get some top in the bach
Money machine go "beep", my Gun go "clap"
Bitches be like "oh that's Quilly", when I'm walkin' out of Saks