Aries
Mike Will Made-It Lyrics

Hold up to be clear, yeah (Mike Will Made-It)
I believe in miracles (yeah)
But I don't believe in waiting for 'em (nah)
You gotta make that shit happen (yeah)
In ways they cannot imagine (yeah)
Make them think it's magic (yeah)
It ain't your chain or your vehicles (yeah)
When you that nigga with the bag (yeah)

Just be that nigga with the bag So when they say: "who is that?"
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
They be like: "who that rolling past?"
Oh, that's that nigga with the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

Let this motivate ya
Turn you up
Make you ravenous
You know they gon' try and curve you
You know they hate you
Don't let the fuck niggas burn you up
Use it as fuel
You know that deep down down body thirst
That light out in the streets (yeah)
So the gatekeepers hold up
They just let you go, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
Let you go Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

Just be that nigga with the bag
So when they say: "Who is that?"
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
That close encounter riding past
(What's that spaceship riding past?)
That be the nigga with the bag, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

Skurt, Station Wagon P
I'm just dangling my keys
Open up the door and take the Danger out the G
Take the G out the danger with the alien degree
Paparazzi yelling freeze while the cops are yelling freeze
From the ambulance, that nigga dying in the street
He do the Hammer Dance and his killler blowing weed
Like it's some hammer pants
He is numb, he don't feel it like a pack of Xans
They riding different colored Ghosts like it's Pac-Man
But don't run up on the window, you get blast man
I hear three sucka in the backseat yelling "yes man"
They ain't your friend if shit go down and they leave your ass
I told you drones was on your home, need to free your ass
And once you learn it's your turn nigga we don't ask
We get a bag so big it has a hole in it, illegal paths
You see the math? (follow)
'Cause we see the path like we're giraffes (follow, follow)

Hold up to be clear (yeah)
I believe in miracles (yeah)
But I don't believe in waiting for 'em (nah)
You gotta make that shit happen (yeah)
In ways they cannot imagine (yeah)
Make them think it's magic (yeah)
It ain't your chain or your vehicles (yeah)
When you that nigga with the bag (yeah)

Just be that nigga with the bag
So, when they say who is that?
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
You see that watch, that's made of glass
It's on the wrist they grip the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

For them the insecurity sets in
You ride around like the Jetsons
You're the sun's reflection
You shinin', come on, hello

You see that watch, that's made of glass
It's on the wrist they grip the bag
What was that spaceship ridin' past?
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
He do one prayer and then brag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
He do one prayer and then brag
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag

That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, PHARRELL WILLIAMS

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