Yayo Songtext
von Flo Rida

Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo


Hey, I coulda been born any place in the world
When I turned a day old but a brother gotta pass to the block
That′s known for more than legos
Not a gwap on the pay-roll but I got, got, got that playdough
For the hot hot girls on the table
See, their lock locks wrapped in halos
Good, good money, hood money
That's where you could money, gotta M.I.Yayo
Full of green but it′s not for the bagel
Everything that I want to be labeled
On the first 48 watch cable, where they ride 28's unstable
You don't want this up yo′ nasal
You ain′t never been street, that's fatal
My city where I be, can′t change it
See them walk, see them talk that language
Ard denim louis belt still hanging
Wear a flag, but I, but I ain't bangin′
305 the way I ride, the way I vibe, I love it every day outside (Yeah, yeah)
And I can't lie the sunny skies, the honies right, the money′s right

I came from the bottom of the beaca, and got hard as I got older
They say I started with some sand then I shook it to a boulder
And that's how I handle business, I'm just tryna reach my quota
When I come up on my stunnin′, do exactly what I told ya
All I know is dough and yayo, I receive it by the freight loads
The coast guards cool, I just break ′em off some c-notes (Yes)
And my Haitian friends told me it's gon′ be a nice summer
Time to tally up the books (Yeah), and calculate the numbas (Huh)
Dade county the M.I.Yayo
Them goons on my line and they don't move until I say so (Yeah)
And I wouldn′t be shit without this coke and this weed
And this crack and these pills and these 305 streets (Brisco)

Yayo (Uh), Yayo (Ha-ha-ha, tell 'em)
Yayo (We all strong arm the damn thing, nigga), Yayo (For real)


Hello to yayo (Hello), who made me rich? (Rich)
Who made my baby mama my first crazy bitch?
She have them latest keys, birth on the block (Block)
Whippin′ the work, servin' them rocks
I give them what they love (Love), just give me what I need (I need)
Them hoes a-love me if my donk got them 23's
Them niggas hatin′ now, ′cause I be making paper (Uh)
Now I'm paranoid, Lord I need a favor
I′m ridin' strapped up niggas, hate to see you straight
Wanna have me on that stretcher on that first 48
Shit, I ain′t built for them white sheets
Face on the black tee, hell naw, that ain't me, nigga

I′m from the city where zoes sell creole out they house (House)
Where niggas hustle just to put a grill in they mouth (Mouth)
What you know 'bout konch fritters and mango salad
Home of the donks, yayo, AK's and banshees
This is the city where everybody and they mama hard (Hard)
Some star-selling hons right from out her front yard
This is the city to visit if you a club junky
Home of the bad bitches and they all love money (Woo)
Gotta respect the ones who do it just to feed the kids
But on the other hand, shaking to get her titties did
If you ain′t see it, you don′ heard it, just to let you know (Know)
How shit really go in the M.I

Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo (This deeper than rap, baby)

Born as a balla, I couldn't be a talla, meaning that my money long
Be at home, up in the sky, feeling like I run the world
Me and my persona fly, mo′ money, mo' problems, right?
In a lot of drama, shawty went to turner tech
I′m out of cooley high, D-boy, yes, D-boy 'cause of my nine
Bumpin′ a criminal, she catching feelings now
I see the difference, make here switch when 'bout to pull it out
I ride for one thing, nigga's the 305
I die for nothing and got my tooly now
So we can shoot it out ′cause I′m walking smoothly, I
I got a stunt man that a make a movie now

10,000 grams of that good, I could get that package for you
Now turn one into two, I'll do that magic for you
Here′s another classic for you, Eyezz and Flo-Ride
My stick on the table counting the profit from the whole pie
Team with my own nine's, Cheddah we ran through
Spook to ever rap on these shells that how they jam fool
I fly to Haiti in person, and then we meet up
Touch on several topics from work to doing clean up
It′s dirty out here in the south, but that's nothin′ new
Besides, I got goons in the hood that need something to do
I feed niggas who squeeze niggas and these niggas
The definition of G's, nigga, talk to 'em

Yayo, Yayo (Ha, one Bred)
Yayo (The crib), Yayo (This here for he crib, yes sir)

Welcome to my city M.I.A
Palm trees and quarter keys, anything you want
Well, you can get just place that order, please
We so goddamn disorderly, we got so much more to see
But that′s the crib, that′s where I live
And that's why it mean much more to me
′Cause I remember having nothin' scraping up
A dolla something, straight to the gas tank
Jump in that fast lane, crank that music, all us bumping
All us on the way to the top
Been through the hurt, now thanks for the flop
Pretty little skirts, white cane in the drop
And this here grind hard, ain′t finna stop
'Cause I′m going at it, that's just a habit, this for the crib dawg want it, bag nab it
That's what it is, you want it have at it
That′s how I live, I want it, I grab it (Yes sir)
No time for faking no hesitation
Bitch talking shit, gon′ head and break 'em
Bitch flap her lip, gon′ get some straight
M.I.Yayo presentation

Dough is the new platinum and platinum's the new diamond
It′s been a steep climb but bitch, I kept on climbing (Haha)
Pit don' grown (Hey), up the crib, down blown up (Hey)
Dem birds don′ flown out (Hey), and them boys done sold out (Hey)
Miami, I was born Miami (Trick), I'm gon' die Miami
I live it, I am 305, Miami made me to Miami
I gave back if it wasn′t for this rap (Uncle Al)
I′d be asking where the safe's at (Gimmie that)
Barack is the new hope and meth is the new coke (That′s right)
I'm laughin′ to the bank, but bitch, I'm no joke (Haha)
The women that I fucked you cut your nuts for
Welcome to the cocaine capital, M.I.Yayo (Woo)

Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo (Shea)

See, I been praised from the bottom up
Got it from the bottom up
Long nights, a fifth of hen, I′m sippin' in my coffee cup
Tryna hustle money blunt, to lift my mother spirits up
Light bill was due a month ago, I hustle 10 to 4
Hop up in that tire ho, trunk full of work and blow
17, that's all I know with triple beam to weight it all
Gutta ′til my casket close
Now we at the top of throne
Soon to be a millionaire with 50-carat diamond stones
′Member when they used to doubt us?
Now we buying gated homes
57 dipped in chrome, rims being shipped from Rome
Feeling like I'm Diddy Combs
A million what I′m sittin' on
Residential change, but it′s still the same area code
Gutta

Yayo, Yayo
Yayo, Yayo