Ya Waylak - Elyanna Feat. Massari

Ooh, ya Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht Ooh, ya Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya" They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya" She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht" They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot" I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothin' that I got Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar (Man, what the fuck?) Yeah, bitch, I'm on the drugs, that's what we on I had to take a break from X, I feel it in my heart But I had to walk 'round before I had a car If I don't slow down, I won't make it far If you push me to the edge, I'm jumpin' extra far New Amiri jeans, when I ask what you want, bitch say a million things I just bought the AP, bitch, I got a million sinks Flush all my diamonds down the toilet, bitch, they flawless rings Yeah, I woke up on the Perc', man, I took a bean Yeah, I just left the Earth, they askin', "What that mean?" I just walked in that bitch with flawless diamonds, yeah, new Celine I can't rock with them broke boys, you ain't on the team, yeah I just called the devil, go ahead, upside-down the T I'm a fiend to be high, yeah, I can't feel a thing Ooh, ya Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht Ooh, ya Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya" They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya" She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht" They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot" I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothin' that I got Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar (Man, what the fuck?)

Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay Poppin' bottles we ain't leaving till the morning Let me see you put your lighters in the air Shorty wine up on my body like you want it She movin' fast, she winin' slow She tellin' me, that she's ready to go I'm spendin' cash, Geronimo When Massari in the party make the club go Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Watching me, watching me like a movie in a club We run tings, you know a big tings we run Rock wit me, rock wit me, got'cha body burnin' up Push it back on me, touching me Like you wanna give it up, And I wanna, pull you 'pon your waist You'll never wanna leave, I got you right where you wanna be, And I know, tonight I'm gonna make you fall in love with me, Girl I'll be makin' your body scream Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom (Montana!) I got what you want, pull up and stunt Right right looking like first of the month I'm talkin' forty a feature Bad bitch on the shisha Everyday we cash out, smoke smokin' that Keisha High 'til the morning, bad bitch I'm showin' it Watch 'em land on the charts Came up fresh out the corner You know I talk like a pimp With the Ghost like a mac Takin' off like Kemp, play that post like Shaq Cold fever from money, Morocco when sunny Quarter mill on the wheel Thirty chains on my stomach Got plenty to smoke, champagne for the pain Doin' doin' the most, you know we runnin' the game Whoa, Whoa Drinks in the air, like everybody feel like Whoa, Whoa Everybody hands in the sky like We run the night like Whoa, Whoa Drum beating harder than the Congo She drop it down low Whoa, Whoa Up on the seats sayin' watch me now Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom