Yea Yea Yea
Trick Daddy Feat. Lil' Wayne Lyrics

Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah
I have to do what's necessary to succeed

All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Many of my ex-girlfriends live in Texas

Or they go to Georgia State where- Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta That she only see when she feels obligated
Some of my ex-girlfriends attend Georgia State where someone unknown pays their tuition and they only see him when they have to

Admitted it to me the first time we dated But she was no angel, and we never waited
My ex-girlfriend admitted this on our first date and we had sex without waiting

I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck So we took it to go, told them don't even plate it
I took her out to sushi, but we decided to take the food to go because she wanted to have sex

And we never talked too much after I blew up Just only 'hello' or 'happy belated'
We didn't talk much after I became successful, just casual greetings

And I think I text her and told her I made it And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it And that's when I text her and told her I love it Then right after text her and I told her I'm faded She asked
I texted her to say that I have become successful and she told me she prayed for it. I followed up by saying I love the success, then let her know I was drunk. She asked me some questions.

What have I learned since getting richer I learned working with the negatives can make for better pictures I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit ya
Since getting rich, I've learned that working through difficulty can yield better results. I also learned that Hennessy and enemies is a dangerous combination. Despite this, I still have feelings for you.

Damn, is it the fall Time for me to revisit the past It's women to call There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved There's stories to tell, we been through it all
It's fall again and time to reminisce. There are old girlfriends to call, albums to release, plenty of alcohol, and stories from our shared past to tell.

Interviews are like confessions Get the fuck about my dressing room, confusing me with questions Like:
Interviews are like confessions, but the reporters need to leave me alone in my dressing room because they keep asking annoying questions like:

Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single? I heard you fucked your girl, is it true? You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit' you?
The questions the reporters keep asking me include if I love what I do, if I'm currently high, if I ever get nervous, if I'm dating anyone, if I had sex with my girlfriend, if I'm making money, and if my associates are trustworthy.

(And we say) Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right Fuckin' right, all right
We emphatically agree with what was just said

(Lil Wayne) So much for being optimistic They say love is in the air, so I Hold my breath 'til my face turn purple Keep a few bad bitches in my circle My nuts hang like ain't no curfew Bitch if you wave, then I will serve you I flew jet, she flew commercial But we still met, later that night
I've given up on being optimistic because I keep getting hurt. They say love is all around, but I'm skeptical. I keep some bad women around me, and I'm so confident in myself that I'll go after any woman who shows interest. I took a private jet, and she flew commercial, but we still met up.

After my session, she came over I was aggressive, and she was sober I gave her a pill She started confessing and started undressing And ask me to hold her And so I did, but that was last month And now she's texting me, asking for closure
After my music session, she came over to my place, and I was in the mood for sex while she was sober. I gave her a pill, and she started confessing her feelings and taking her clothes off. Then she asked me to hold her, and I obliged. But now she's texting me to break things off, and she wants closure.

She say this shit gon' catch up to me I keep tissue paper We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table She say she hate that she love me And she wish I was average Shit, sometimes I wish the same And I wish she wasn't married Promises, I hope I never break 'em Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
She thinks my past actions will come back to haunt me. We're close enough that we share intimate details about ourselves while eating dinner. She hates her feelings for me and wishes I was less successful. But sometimes, I feel the same way. It's unfortunate that she's married. I don't want to break any promises. I also had a conversation with an amazing woman recently.

(Drake) (And we say) Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right Fuckin right, all right (And we say) Hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right Damn right, all right
We all emphatically agree with what was just said