YAYO (WHITE PARIS)

Just fucked this ho from out the city

They wanna see what I'm gon' do, I told them folks, "Just wait and see"

Been abiding by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I bleed

You so lost inside the sauce I just can't save you, you a treesh

I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree

You losing cash about a thot, that shit be paining me to see

I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets

I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

****, stop lying

****, stop lying

Go ahead and show the stat lines

Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan

Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan

Got some racks tucked, I ain't lying

We servin' dope in the nighttime

I'm moving the Yayo from LA to motherfuckin' Paris, I'm turning it white now

Servin' that Yayo right now

Hop out this bitch with a model, I don't even post her you wouldn't even know

I'm 'bout to fuck up the throttle, I'm pushing the Bentley just like it's a boat, huh

Yeah

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Get a bag servin' to the zombies

I'm in New York with mad hoes and they all do that coke, this shit just around me

I can't talk to my fav ho, 'cause I think that she mad, I fuck with her homie

And we pushin' that Tahoe, servin' mad folks in the street I ain't even gon' hold you

****, yeah, we the mob, who told you?

Mafia boss, who told you?

You gotta shut your mouth to keep your life, lil' baby, I told you

This shit ain't no gang, but this not a game, we got some soldiers

Just fucked this ho from out the city

And I got money waiting on me, up in the A I'm making plays

You know I'm big Lord Piero, ain't worried 'bout no ho up in my face

You just can't be on what we on, we get the cash then hit the bank

Just fucked this ho from out the city

And I don't fuck with these peons, these **** get crushed up in the A

Been abiding by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I bleed

We do not speak on the cell phone, **** tryna get a case

I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree

My **** speak from a jail phone, shit get to me everyday

I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets

And what you trusting a bitch for? That's how you get put up in that grave

I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not retarded, can't you see?

I got a Glock right on my hip in case these **** need to cease

C'est beau, n'est-ce pas?

Whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I heal my broken hearts with pesos

Can't trip bout no ho

We move that cocaine, my runners bring that shit from SoHo

I can't fear no man, I'll run this shit up in a Polo

Okay, okay

I'm in Paris, eating on Lo mein for the low low

I'm the Devil in Prada, pimp my bitch in a ride, her name like Coco

She told me she was an angel, but she got secrets, she don't post those

She like getting high, but she don't like paparazzi, please no photos

I stay dressed for a funeral, but I'm not sure who died yet

Every day I wake up tired, I still get fly, that's just my mindset

I'ma put this shit on God, I'm raising the bar, you **** can't fight this

Take care of all my broads, that's on my life, my baby some fine shit

Yeah

Sometimes we don't act right

Baby girl, that's how we be

But I'ma stick down for my brothers

I'ma stay right by the creed

We got this shit right out the gutter

If you don't like it you can leave

Bro be speeding off codeine

It get hard for him to breathe

It get hard for us all, can't let it fall, can't suck my teeth

I got love for all the bitches that was lying to me, cheating

'Cause now I'm draped in cocaine money

I'm laughing with the cheese

Yeah

C'mon

I made in snow in Paris, I got white powder all on the streets

Keep a kilo in these baggies, I dish 'em out to these fiends

I'ma get it how I got to, a hundred racks in my jeans