Yayo (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Waka Flocka

Yayo, I don't sell that yayo 

But I got a thousand pounds of loud on the way though 

We all getting money so my shooters ain't on payroll 

They shoot when I say so 

Bitch I am from Clay Co 

Catch me out with a pack of B's 

Catch me in traffic trafficking 

The spot jumping call it trampoline 

The gun got a XXL magazine 

Brick Squad we love to party 

You know how much money you could make off of molly 

Grew up running through cuts and alleys 

Now I'm getting loud shipped out straight from Cali 

All came in grey bags left the trap with like eight bags 

Vacuum sealed in them food savers 

Y'all fake dealers we true players 

Move the work 'til the work's gone 

I love money I turn it on 

I'm [?] don't ask me how I get all this money tax free 

Bitch this the life we chose 

All for the nice cars and the nicest clothes 

Bob Barker knows that all my prices low 

Selling crisp not blow you niggas [?] should know 

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