AYYY by The Cold Collection Lyrics
[Drolym]
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can’t relate
[Static Res]
Wake up early in the AM
(Ay)
They say you suck
Told em’ get it now or later
You can't touch these hands when im operatin’
When I'm working I don't need no motivation
I stay automatic
Clockwork, I been patient
Rent got me going broke
Tryna make it pay and
All the time I spent on doubting
Made like double back
I ain’t got my share till I got all of that
Right from the house get to working
(ayyy)
Still be in sweats
Cause I’m running
Around going crazy
Gon’ sweat out my words and
I know that they floppin
The fake gon’ loose options
Im off it too often
Ain’t worth it
You leaving, you staying?
These back and forth games that you playin’
Forreal gotta stop it
Playing forreal gotta stop it
[Drolym]
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can't relate
[Myles brown]
What the fuck I'm doing?
What the fuck I'm saying?
I ain't doing nothing
On these beats I'm slayin'
King of the rap shit I’m
King of the pop too
I mean I sing if I got to
I sing if I want to
I don't really give a fuck about these niggas
Niggas gon’ hate
Niggas gon’ flex on me
Niggas bout to get this work
All These niggas
Fuckin’ mad
Get the fuck up out my way
I need the cash
I need the money
And the fame
And the money
[Dot Bryant]
I'm cool on the trends and the fads
I put a pen to the pad
I turn my pen to a sword
Paid for my room and my board
Keep to myself like a hoard
Outside of music I’m bored
Rappin’ itself’s a reward
All of my homies record
All of my homies produce ayyy
(ayyy)
We really got all the juice ayyy
I ain’t really with the fake shit
Y’all would sell your soul to make it
It hurts so bad that I’m achin’
When I hear the music we makin’
Started stressing, started shakin’
If I feel at home I might break in
With all the time that it's taken
For this monster to awaken
[Drolym]
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can't relate
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can’t relate
[Static Res]
Wake up early in the AM
(Ay)
They say you suck
Told em’ get it now or later
You can't touch these hands when im operatin’
When I'm working I don't need no motivation
I stay automatic
Clockwork, I been patient
Rent got me going broke
Tryna make it pay and
All the time I spent on doubting
Made like double back
I ain’t got my share till I got all of that
Right from the house get to working
(ayyy)
Still be in sweats
Cause I’m running
Around going crazy
Gon’ sweat out my words and
I know that they floppin
The fake gon’ loose options
Im off it too often
Ain’t worth it
You leaving, you staying?
These back and forth games that you playin’
Forreal gotta stop it
Playing forreal gotta stop it
[Drolym]
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can't relate
[Myles brown]
What the fuck I'm doing?
What the fuck I'm saying?
I ain't doing nothing
On these beats I'm slayin'
King of the rap shit I’m
King of the pop too
I mean I sing if I got to
I sing if I want to
I don't really give a fuck about these niggas
Niggas gon’ hate
Niggas gon’ flex on me
Niggas bout to get this work
All These niggas
Fuckin’ mad
Get the fuck up out my way
I need the cash
I need the money
And the fame
And the money
[Dot Bryant]
I'm cool on the trends and the fads
I put a pen to the pad
I turn my pen to a sword
Paid for my room and my board
Keep to myself like a hoard
Outside of music I’m bored
Rappin’ itself’s a reward
All of my homies record
All of my homies produce ayyy
(ayyy)
We really got all the juice ayyy
I ain’t really with the fake shit
Y’all would sell your soul to make it
It hurts so bad that I’m achin’
When I hear the music we makin’
Started stressing, started shakin’
If I feel at home I might break in
With all the time that it's taken
For this monster to awaken
[Drolym]
Why you sleepin’ on me
Why you trippin’ all day
(ayyy)
We don’t behave
(nah)
We don't behave
We got the mix and the flow
(ooo)
You can't relate
We got the bricks and the gold
(nah)
You can't relate