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کاور آهنگ Stay Up از Yeat

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Wake Up Call۱۳۹۷۲:۱۲

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(Mikey, you ain't shit!)

Man, this money don't make sense (yeah)

But I'm still countin' these pesos

Lately, I'm stuck on the bench (bench)

But I'm still gettin' this bankroll

She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex" (let's ****)

Come over, you on the table (oh yeah)

I got the gold all on my neck (my neck)

And I'm still sippin' this maple (let's go!)

I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW

I started talkin' my shit and my shit popped off

And I never went broke, only worked one job

Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw

Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care, cash layup

When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer

Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up

Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up

Fresh on bud

They, know, that, I can fly like a duck

Run through the bugs, free all my cuz

They hate it, I see it, nobody show love

If I see 12, what the ****, I'ma run

I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on Runtz

The money keep callin', I know it'll come

So pass me the blunt, light it like I'm buzzed

No, I'm not your friend, no, I'm not your cuz

I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want

She told me, "Come bone", that filet mignon

I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home

Could this shit get worse? I think I am cursed, wishin' the worst

Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive

Man, that booty look better in person

This shit hot and sizzlin', scorchin'

Had no money so I made a fortune

Spend my money, my money extortion

Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin

But I know that money make the world spin

Smokin' gas, goin' up like a ghost did, yeah

Smokin' gas, go up like ghost did

Man, this money don't make sense (yeah)

But I'm still countin' these pesos

Lately I'm stuck on the bench (bench)

But I'm still gettin' this bankroll

She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex" (let's ****)

Come over, you on the table (oh yeah)

I got the gold all on my neck (my neck)

And I'm still sippin' this maple (let's go!)

I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW

I started talkin' my shit and my shit popped off

And I never went broke, only worked one job

Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw

Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care, cash layup

When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer

Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up

Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up