She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
Yeat - THEY TELL MË Lyrics
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She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Yeat
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson