Lyrics Yeat – No morë talk

I-I—
I-I—
I-I-I'm working on dying
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Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (Yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up in a 300 S (Skrrt), let's make it, yeah, yeah (I-I—)
Diamonds on my mothеrf*ckin' Patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yеah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (Shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah)
All the f*ckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (Yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (Yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (Oh, yeah)

Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it, spittin' that motherf*ckin' clean it up (Ah)
Swervin' then dippin', I yank that bitch to the side, then motherf*cker eat it up (Ah)
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Shut up (Shut up)
Shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough (Yeah)
All of these motherf*ckers fed, they motherf*ckin' snitchin', motherf*ckin' slurrin' up
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, and they body be spillin', be turnin' up
I just be wanna be geeked in a middle of the sky, the private jet, it not enough (Yeah)
Wait, I can't let it up, bitch, not addin' up (No)
Somebody motherf*ckin' lyin'? Then somebody dyin', it's already sad enough (Yeah)
Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' dad and son
I'm already up in the space, these motherf*ckers done 'cause I already done enough (I-I'm—)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (Yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up in a 300 S (Skrrt), let's make it, yeah, yeah (I-I—)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' Patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (Shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah)
All the f*ckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (Yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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