5 2 Üh 60 SeptembersRich (Ft. Yeat)

[Intro: Yeat]
Fuck what you say, what you cool with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
Fuck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with

[Chorus 1: Yeat]
No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They said I'm new wave from my sound to my lettering
Bitch, don't even text me, fuck a phone, I'ma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything
Bitch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
Yeah, I be high with the gods, bitch, fuck a plane
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Yeah, they say, "How'd you get that money?" I did it every way
They say, "How'd you get to the top?" I just went levitate
Asked me if I had sex with the bitch, nah, I just fucked her face
Chane'-ne' sunglasses, I can't see like I just got maced

[Chorus 2: Yeat]
Everything we did was too legitly
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I'm addicted to makin' all this money, it's just a part of me
Yeah, and your bitch gon' pull up, yeah, pardon me
Pop a Perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese
They see the kid go up, now they onto me
My twizzy way too crazy smokin' fronto leaf