"Stay Up" lyrics - YEAT

YEAT
"Stay Up"

[Intro:]
Mikey, you ain't shit!

[Chorus:]
Man, this money don't make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I'm stuck on the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!" (Let's fuck)
Come over, you on the table
Comme des Garcons on 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, throwin' cash, 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 dove
Run through the bugs, free all my cuz'
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
If I see 12, what the fuck, 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

[Chorus:]
Man, this money don't make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I'm stuck on the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!" (Let's fuck)
Come over, you on the table
Comme des Garcons on 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