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Performed By: Lil Yachty
Length: 1:25
Written by: Earl Isaac Bynum, Miles Parks McCollum




Lil Yachty - Certified Lyrics
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They know it, yeah, know that it's us, yeah
Ain't gotta ask if I'm livin' right
Open that bank up, boy, yeah, we here tonight
Bet it's goin' down 'cause I'm feelin' tonight (slatt, slatt)
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified (frrt)
Million dollars cash made off merchandise (slatt)

Sometimes I question if I'm livin' right (go)
Open that bank up, bitch, yeah, we here tonight
Ridin' JPG like a refugee (yeah)
We tote .223s, don't get close to me (frrt)
I put three hundred thousand in a headlock (yeah)
Pints of Wocky pourin', goin' deadstock (oh yeah)
That big booty bitch come make my bed rock (bed rock)
Stay hoppin' in my flick, gotta make this photo crop (go)

Ask my Toronto bitch, "What you sayin' tonight?" (Mm)
Know she goin' down 'cause I ran it right (mm)
Ain't gotta ask no questions if I'm livin' right (mm)
Ask your brothers, sisters, bitch, I'm certified
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified (ain't gotta ask nobody at all)
Million dollars cash made off merchandise (none of y'all niggas certified at all)

Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
(It's us) yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (go up)
Yeah, yeah (oh, yeah), yeah, mhm (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Mhm, aha
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They know it, yeah, know that it's us, yeah
Ain't gotta ask if I'm livin' right
Open that bank up, boy, yeah, we here tonight
Bet it's goin' down 'cause I'm feelin' tonight (slatt, slatt)
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified (frrt)
Million dollars cash made off merchandise (slatt)

Sometimes I question if I'm livin' right (go)
Open that bank up, bitch, yeah, we here tonight
Ridin' JPG like a refugee (yeah)
We tote .223s, don't get close to me (frrt)
I put three hundred thousand in a headlock (yeah)
Pints of Wocky pourin', goin' deadstock (oh yeah)
That big booty bitch come make my bed rock (bed rock)
Stay hoppin' in my flick, gotta make this photo crop (go)

Ask my Toronto bitch, "What you sayin' tonight?" (Mm)
Know she goin' down 'cause I ran it right (mm)
Ain't gotta ask no questions if I'm livin' right (mm)
Ask your brothers, sisters, bitch, I'm certified
Ask 'round the city, boy, I'm certified (ain't gotta ask nobody at all)
Million dollars cash made off merchandise (none of y'all niggas certified at all)

Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
(It's us) yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (go up)
Yeah, yeah (oh, yeah), yeah, mhm (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Mhm, aha
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Writer: Earl Isaac Bynum, Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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