money,guns&drugs.

[Chorus: aya staxks]
Yeah
Sip exotic pop, and I pour drank
Catch the opps, I get to blowin' till I faint
I get cheese, I'm the plug
Get them back ends, I count dubs
I love money, guns, and drugs
Hydrochloride in my cup
Nigga, you ain’t make enough
In the bands, I got Draco tucked
Bitch, I’m crashin' out
Walk 'em down, don’t shoot the house

[Verse 1: aya staxks]
Hittin' juggs, I'm booted
I crossed the plug like Neumann
I mix that Rick with Trueys
That boy, he broke, like, "Ewwie"
Bitch, I ball like Patrick Ewing
Let’s shoot it out, let's get into it
Free bands on me, this a movement
Free bands
Wake up, hit a jugg with my mans
Yeah, I’m spending racks 'cause I can

[Chorus: aya staxks]
Sip exotic pop, and I pour drank
Catch the opps, I get to blowin' till I faint
I-I get cheese, I'm the plug
Get them back ends, I count dubs
I love money, guns, and drugs
Hydrochloride in my cup
N-nigga, you ain’t make enough
In the bands, I got Draco tucked
Bitch, I’m crashin' out
Walk 'em down, don’t shoot the house

[Verse 2: Yukatec]
Pooh, I know you feel a way
I got money, guns, and drugs, so I feel like Gucci Mane
Ain’t no lean gut, but I’m mixing Wok with lemonade
Yeah, she say she want my time, so, how much u finna pay? (Bitch)
Ain’t gone show my hand, got ace of spades
Yall ain’t know, ran, beat her case
Got some slugs, take off your face
Bands, I ran up, flex it to the camera
She make fan art, she say, "Yuka, you so damn hard"
Huh, thief up in the night like I’m a vamp
Choppa take your blood and then it sing like Remi Bandxz
Freak hoe, she can’t hold her stance
Huh, you can’t go to sleep, so here’s a Xan
Yeah, up the pipe like plumber at your mans
Yeah, I just took three grams, in a trance
Up fire, still, bitch, don’t touch my pills
This hoe touch my clothes
Don’t beef with 'lil KT, 'cause she don’t got no chill
Packs straight through the mail
Knowing Aya keep it real
Knowing I don’t give a damn, shooters do it for a bill