[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 Garçons on my neck (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 taxpayer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
[Verse]
Fresh on bud
(Hey), They (Hey) know (Hey) that I get 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 Buzz
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, it's 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 Garçons 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 taxpayer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Stay Up was written by Yeat & Mike Frost.
Stay Up was produced by Mike Frost.
The meaning of “Stay Up” by Yeat is manifesting his success as an underground rapper, flaunting luxury apparel, and rapping about his sexual life.