Ya Ya Ya

[Intro:] Ah, no The fight's out Somebody's about to get their lights knocked out A little opera for ya Capricorn, Cash Money Nivea, Jive Miss Nivea [Chorus:] 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 Yeah Ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy, I be like yeah Ya, ya, ya [Verse 1: Nivea] ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell I met a fly guy Then we switched the cells Under the influence So I can 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 Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher Maybe on the weekend Or something I get witcha We did the damn thang And you was all crazy Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 2: Nivea] Hey ladies, what's the word? Some of these cats got a lot of nerve Trying to run game But I'm about to serve Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge Gucci and Fendi Come scoop me up on your motorcycle 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 Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you But I'm not going you break the rules What you did to get it You need to do to keep it [Repeat Chorus:] [Bridge: Nivea] Hey Can you feel the brand new day? All my superstars came out to play To see the thug child from around the way This type of thing happens like every day [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] 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 dis-functioned tongues All in your mug Talk a whole bunch umm But me, I just want your love Me, I'm bunch of thug Big heart But I punctured some But I'm trying to 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 wiz But I'm getting at Niv, holla Don't brother 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 [Repeat Chorus x2:]