Stay
Yeat Lyrics


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Mikey, you ain't shit!

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 tax payer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up

Fresh on bud
They know, that, I can 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 buzzed
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 and 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

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, don't care
Cash layup
When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer




Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up

Overall Meaning

In "Stay" by Yeat, the lyrics depict someone who is caught up in the pursuit of money and material possessions. The opening line, "Mikey, you ain't shit!", sets a confrontational tone, emphasizing the shallow nature of the individuals and their values portrayed in the song. The singer acknowledges that the money they are making doesn't make sense, but they continue to count their earnings, implying that their focus is solely on accumulating wealth.


The lyrics also touch on themes of casual sex and drug use. The singer receives an invitation for sex and agrees to it, emphasizing their willingness to indulge in immediate pleasures. They mention using drugs like yay (cocaine) and molly (MDMA), alongside the excessive consumption of alcohol. This reckless behavior is further emphasized in the line, "Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up," indicating a lifestyle of indulgence and self-destruction.


Despite the shallow and materialistic nature of the singer's existence, they are not completely oblivious to the hollowness of it all. They express their frustration and even a sense of being cursed, alluding to a deeper dissatisfaction and a desire for something more meaningful. However, they find temporary solace in drugs, which provide them a sense of belonging and familiarity.


Overall, "Stay" reflects a hedonistic lifestyle driven by money, casual encounters, and substance abuse, while simultaneously hinting at the underlying emptiness and longing for something more substantial.


Line by Line Meaning

Mikey, you ain't shit!
Mikey, you are insignificant and insignificant!


Man, this money don’t make sense
Dude, this wealth has no rational meaning


But I'm still countin' these pesos
Nevertheless, I continue to tally up these Mexican coins


Lately I’m stuck on the bench
Recently, I find myself in a stagnant position


But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
Yet, I am still acquiring a significant sum of money


She said, 'Boy, I wanna have sex!'
She expressed her desire for sexual intercourse


(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
(Let's engage in sexual activity) come to my place, you will be ready on the table


Comme des Garçons on my neck
French designer brand Comme des Garçons adorn my neck


And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
And I'm still enjoying this maple-flavored beverage (Let's proceed)


I'm rockin’ Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I am stylishly wearing Christian Dior and G-Star RAW clothing


I started talkin’ my shit and
I began expressing my swagger and confidence


My shit popped off
My boldness and attitude became widely recognized and praised


And I never went broke, only worked one job
Furthermore, I have never experienced financial ruin, as I have maintained only a single occupation


Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Blending cocaine with MDMA, I have a temporary inability to open my jaw due to muscular tension


Yeah, I'm throwin’ cash, throwin' cash
Yes, I am extravagantly spending money, throwing it away


Cash layup
Money effortlessly accumulated


When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
When I participate in this track, I contribute financially through taxes


Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Wearing excessive diamonds and jewelry while others lazily relax


Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Toil diligently through the night, consuming drugs to remain awake


Fresh on bud
Feeling invigorated and animated


They know, that, I can fly like a dove
They are aware that I possess the ability to soar like a bird


Run through the bugs, free all my cuz’
Overcome obstacles, liberate all my close friends


They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
They despise my success, I perceive their animosity, and no one demonstrates affection


If I see 12, what the fuck, I'ma run
If I encounter law enforcement, in response, I will swiftly flee


I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on Runtz
I am consuming rare, high-quality marijuana, specifically a strain called Runtz


The money keep callin', I know it'll come
The wealth continues to beckon me, I am certain it will arrive


So pass me the blunt
Hence, give me the rolled marijuana cigar


Light it like I'm buzzed
Ignite it as if I am already under the influence


No, I'm not your friend, no
No, I am not your companion, no


I'm not your cuz'
I am not your relative or close associate


I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want
I am suppressing and defeating my enemies, as I act at my own discretion


She told me, 'Come bone', that filet mignon
She requested my presence for sexual intercourse, comparing it to a high-quality cut of beef


I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home
I engage in drug use to create a comforting sense of belonging


Could this shit get worse? I
Could this situation deteriorate? I am considering


Think I am cursed, wishin' the worst
I suspect I am afflicted by a curse, desiring the most unfortunate outcomes


Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive
As a result of drug use, I am speaking in a flowing and elegant manner


Man, that booty look better in person
My goodness, her posterior appears even more attractive in real life


This shit hot and sizzlin', scorchin'
This situation is extremely intense, blazing, and fiery


Had no money so I made a fortune
Initially lacking wealth, I managed to accumulate a significant amount


Spend my money, my money extortion
I extravagantly spend my money, it feels like an act of exploitation


Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin
Similar to an ancient Egyptian mummy, I am enveloped in luxurious goat skin


But I know that money make the world spin
However, I am aware that money is the driving force behind the world's activities


Smokin' gas, goin' up like a ghost did, yeah
Inhaling potent marijuana, ascending like a departed spirit, yes


Man, this money don't make sense
Dude, this wealth has no rational meaning


But I'm still countin' these pesos
Nevertheless, I continue to tally up these Mexican coins


Lately I'm stuck on the bench
Recently, I find myself in a stagnant position


But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
Yet, I am still acquiring a significant sum of money


She said, 'Boy, I wanna have sex!'
She expressed her desire for sexual intercourse


(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
(Let's engage in sexual activity) come to my place, you will be ready on the table


Comme des Garçons on my neck
French designer brand Comme des Garçons adorn my neck


And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
And I'm still enjoying this maple-flavored beverage (Let's proceed)


I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I am stylishly wearing Christian Dior and G-Star RAW clothing


I started talkin' my shit and
I began expressing my swagger and confidence


My shit popped off
My boldness and attitude became widely recognized and praised


And I never went broke, only worked one job
Furthermore, I have never experienced financial ruin, as I have maintained only a single occupation


Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Blending cocaine with MDMA, I have a temporary inability to open my jaw due to muscular tension


Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care
Yes, I am extravagantly spending money without concern


Cash layup
Money effortlessly accumulated


When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
When I participate in this track, I contribute financially through taxes


Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Wearing excessive diamonds and jewelry while others lazily relax


Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Toil diligently through the night, consuming drugs to remain awake




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@WOWDSL

Lyrics:
Yeah, I, I, I just walk in with the
I, I, with the same gang
I got rich with the same gang
I just walk around my mansion, let my nuts hang
I got rich with the same gang
Yeah, got y'all sweatin', yeah, the whole gang
I be higher than God, bitch, I'm a crane
I be walkin' 'round my mansion, let my nuts hang
I just pulled up on a side, ooh
I like to give her surprise (you're turnt, you're turnt, you're turnt)
I'm on the Perc', I been closin' my eyes
I can't even tell you nothin', but you're lyin'
I had to cut all my ties
I couldn't even tell 'em nothin' 'cause they fried
I just walked in, stepping in these Louboutins
And she walked in, she clinging on my fuckin' junk
Yeah, I was shippin' Za', I was shippin' skunk
I take the Perc' and meditate, I'm a fucking monk
Yeah, why the hell you wastin' all my time? Why you catfish?
I just blocked you on my phone, on my time, bitch
All my bitch the baddest, yeah, a fine bitch
Yeah, one of my bitch a junky, she a fried bitch
What you tell the cops? Yeah, lyin' snitch
I just touched an M, Buffet rich (milli')
I just bought a private jet, yeah, stupid rich
Bitch, it's been fuck what they said, yeah, TwizzyRich
Yeah, I, I, I just walk in with the
I, I, with the same gang
I got rich with the same gang
I just walk around my mansion, let my nuts hang
I got rich with the same gang
Yeah, got y'all sweatin', yeah, the whole gang
I be higher than God, bitch, I'm a crane
I be walkin' 'round my mansion, let my nuts hang
I just pulled up on a side, ooh
I like to give her surprise (you're turnt, you're turnt, you're turnt)
I'm on the Perc', I been closin' my eyes
I can't even tell you nothin', but you're lyin'
I had to cut all my ties
I couldn't even tell 'em nothin' 'cause they fried
I just walked in, steppin' in these Louboutins
And she walked in, she clingin' on my fucking junk
Yeah, I was shippin' Za', I was shippin' skunk
I take the Perc' and meditate, I'm a fuckin' monk



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sorry for being gone for so long yall, getting ready for my lyrical lemonade set as well as dealing with grief, love you guys

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