Yeat – THEY TELL MË Lyrics

THEY TELL MË

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"THEY TELL MË." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:23 am

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 03

She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me (Shh)
They tell me, when you talk 'bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yeah, when we at the club, whole street's outside
Yeah, I hit the plug on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put them bills on everythin' like I put them ions on it
No, we don't fuck wit them broke boys, babe, we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yeah, slide on me, and the family members R-I-P him
Salad, with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads, I got carats
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull-up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin'
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds
All yo' fuckin' streams ain't playin', yeah, you fake it
She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me (Shh)
They tell me, when you talk 'bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
Yeah, when we at the club, whole street's outside
Yeah, I hit the plug on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put them bills on everythin' like I put them ions on it
No, we don't fuck wit them broke boys, babe, we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yeah, slide on me, and the family members R-I-P him
Salad, with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads, I got carats
We got the motherfuckin' money, we pull-up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin'
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds
All yo' fuckin' streams ain't playin', yeah, you fake it

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson & Juan Alvarado.

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