Ya Ya Ya

Lyrics

[Intro: R. Kelly (Lil Wayne)] Oh, no, the fight's out, somebody's about to get they lights knocked out (Music) Yeah (Yeah) A little opera for ya (Uh-huh, Weezy, Weezy) The Capricorn (Uh-huh, Cash Money) Nivea (Jive) Uh, what? (Kelly I see ya daddy, Miss Nivea) [Chorus: Nivea] Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya [Verse 1: Nivea] Straight up at the ATL Where them pimps and them ballers and them hustlers dwell I met a fly guy then we switched the cells Under the influence So I could hardly tell If he was the one for me Papi doing this, papi doing that Big thangs under the Cadillac I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter Walk through the club (niggas) be like, "What the" Shawty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher Maybe on the weekend or something, I get witcha We did the damn thang, and it was all crazy Now you want to call me up like I'm your lady [Chorus: Nivea] Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya [Verse 2: Nivea] Hey ladies, what's the word? Some of these cats got a lot of nerve Tryna run game, but I'm 'bout to serve Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi Come scoop me up on your motorcycle But once we get alone then you can rock the result And if you promise to treat me right Boy, I guarantee, I keep this thing locked tight You thugged out with a lot of loot, uh-huh Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you, uh-huh But I'm not gon' let you break the rules What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it [Chorus: Nivea] Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya [Bridge: Nivea (R. Kelly)] Hey, can you feel the brand new day? (Woo) All my superstars came out to play (Woo) To see the thug child from around the way (Woo) This type of thing happens like every day [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] (Yo, Weezy 'bout it) I keep it real and intensive Me no speak ya, ya 'cause my grill is expensive Don't mean to be offensive I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs with disfunctioned tongues All in your mug talk a whole bunch umm But I'm me, I just want your love Me, I'm bunch of thug Big heart, but punctured some But I'm tryna patch it up with a bunch of hugs For real, I ain't just talking whatever, Mami We could get together and make a bunch of us And I know a bunch of girls create a bunch of fuss Over young Weez, but I'm getting at Niv, holla Don't bother me with your yada I'm good with little mama, and she good with big papa I'm hood and she real proper ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada Anything else is ya, ya, ya [Chorus: Nivea] Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya Getting all salty 'cause I'm hanging out Girl, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah, ya, ya, ya