Yayo (feat. Brisco, Billy Blue, Ball Greezy, Rick Ross, Red Eyezz, Bred, Pitbull & Ace Hood)

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo

Hey, I coulda been born any place in the world

When I turned a day old, but a brother gotta pass to the block

That's known for more than Legos

Not a gwap on the payroll, but I got, got, got that playdough

For the hot, hot girls on the table

See, their lock locks wrapped in halos

Good, good money, hood money

That's where you could money, gotta M.I.Yayo

Full of green but it's not for the bagel

Everything that I want to be labeled

On the first 48 watch cable, where they ride 28's unstable

You don't want this up yo' nasal

You ain't never been street, that's fatal

My city where I be, can't change it

See them walk, see them talk that language

Ard denim, Louis belt still hanging

Wear a flag, but I, but I ain't bangin'

305 the way I ride, the way I vibe, I love it every day outside (yeah, yeah)

And I can't lie the sunny skies, the honies right, the money's right

I came from the bottom of the beaca, and got hard as I got older

They say I started with some sand then I shook it to a boulder

And that's how I handle business, I'm just tryna reach my quota

When I come up on my stunnin', do exactly what I told ya

All I know is dough and yayo, I receive it by the freight loads

The coast guards cool, I just break 'em off some c-notes (yes)

And my Haitian friends told me it's gone be a nice summer

Time to tally up the books (yeah), and calculate the numbas (huh)

Dade county the M.I.Yayo

Them goons on my line, and they don't move until I say so (yeah)

And I wouldn't be shit without this coke and this weed

And this crack and these pills and these 305 streets (Brisco)

Yayo (uh), Yayo (ha-ha-ha, tell 'em)

Yayo (we gon' strong arm the damn thing, nigga) yayo

Hello to yayo (hello), who made me rich? (Rich)

Who made my baby mama my first crazy bitch?

She have them latest keys, birth on the block (block)

Whippin' the work, servin' them rocks

I give them what they love (love), just give me what I need (I need)

Them hoes a-love me if my donk got them 23's

Them hater's hatin' now, 'cause I be making paper (uh)

Now I'm paranoid, Lord, I need a favor

I'm ridin' strapped up, niggas hate to see you straight

Wanna have me on that stretcher on that first 48

Shit, I ain't built for them white sheets

Face on the black tee, hell naw, that ain't me, nigga

I'm from the city where zoes sell creole out they house (house)

Where niggas hustle just to put a grill in they mouth (mouth)

What you know 'bout konch fritters and mango salad?

Home of the donks, yayo, AKs and banshees

This is the city where everybody and they mama hard (hard)

Some star selling hons right from out her front yard

This is the city to visit if you a club junkie

Home of the bad bitches and they all love money (whoo)

Gotta respect the ones who do it just to feed the kids

But on the other hand, shaking to get her titties did

If you ain't see it, you don' heard it, just to let you know (know)

How shit really go in the M.I

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo (this deeper than rap, baby)

Born as a baller, I couldn't be a taller, meaning that my money long

Be at home, up in the sky, feeling like I run the world

Me and my persona fly, mo' money, mo' problems, right?

In a lot of drama now, shawty went to Turner Tech

I'm out of Cooley High, D-boy, yes, D-boy 'cause of my nine

Bumpin' a criminal, she catching feelings now

I see the difference, make here switch when 'bout to pull it out

I ride for one thing, nigga's the 305

I die for nothing and got my toolie now

So we can shoot it out 'cause I'm walking smoothly, I

I got a stunt man that a make a movie now

10,000 grams of that good, I could get that package for you

Now turn one into two, I'll do that magic for you

Here's another classic for you, Eyezz and Flo-Ride

My stick on the tablem counting the profit from the whole pie

Team with my own nine's, Cheddah we ran through

Spook to ever rap on these shells that how they jam fool

I fly to Haiti in person, and then we meet up

Touch on several topics from work to doing clean up

It's dirty out here in the south, but that's nothin' new

Besides, I got goons in the hood that need something to do

I feed niggas who squeeze niggas and these niggas

The definition of G's niggas, talk to 'em

Yayo, yayo (ha, one Bred)

Yayo (the crib), yayo (this here for he crib, yes sir)

Welcome to my city M.I.A

Palm trees and quarter keys, anything you want

Well, you can get, just place that order, please

We so goddamn disorderly, but we got so much more to see

But that's just the crib, that's where I live

And that's why it mean much more to me

'Cause I remember having nothin' scraping up

A dollar something, straight to the gas tank

Jump in that fast lane, crank that music, all us bumping

All us on the way to the top

Been through the hurt, now thanks for the flop

Pretty little skirts, white cane in the drop

And this here grind hard, ain't finna stop

'Cause I'm going at it, that's just a habit, this for the crib, dawg want it, bag nab it

That's what it is, you want it, have at it

That's how I live, I want it, I grab it (yes sir)

No time for faking, no hesitation

Bitch talking shit, gon' head and break 'em

Bitch flap her lip, gon' get some straight (ayo)

M.I.Yayo presentation

Dough is the new platinum and platinum's the new diamond

It's been a steep climb but bitch, I kept on climbing (haha)

Pit don' grown (hey), up the crib, down blown up (hey)

Dem birds don' flown out (hey), and them boys done sold out (hey)

Miami, I was born Miami (Trick), I'm gon' die Miami

I live it, I am 305, Miami made me to Miami

I gave back if it wasn't for this rap (Uncle Al)

I'd be asking where the safe at (gimme that)

Barack is the new hope and meth is the new coke (that's right)

I'm laughin' to the bank, but bitch, I'm no joke (haha)

The women that I fucked, you cut your nuts for

Welcome to the cocaine capital, M.I.Yayo (whoo)

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo (chea)

See, I been praised from the bottom up

Got it from the bottom up

Long nights, a fifth of Henn', I'm sippin' in my coffee cup

Tryna hustle money blunt, to lift my mother spirits up

Light bill was due a month ago, I hustle ten to four

Hop up in that tire ho, trunk full of work and blow

17, that's all I know with triple beam to weigh it all

Gutta 'til my casket close, now we at the top of throne

Soon to be a millionaire with 50-carat diamond stones

'Member when they used to doubt us?

Now we buying gated homes

57 dipped in chrome, rims being shipped from Rome

Feeling like I'm Diddy Combs

A million what I'm sittin' on

Residential change, but it's still the same area code

Gutta

Yayo, yayo

Yayo, yayo