Ya Ya Ya - Nivea F/ Lil' Wayne

Intro: 
Ah no the fights 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 
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: 
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 
Popy doing this, popy doing that 
Big thangs under the Cadillac 
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter 
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha 
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.


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 
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: 
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.


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 
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya 
All them loud words coming out your mouth 
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.


Vamp: 
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 thig happens like everyday.


Rap(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 tonges 
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm 
But me I just want your love 
Me I'm bucch 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 mommy, 
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


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 
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.