THEY TËLL ME Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full THEY TELL MË lyrics by Yeat along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat’s music, you can also explore STFU and GEEK TIMË, two other songs by Yeat.

[Chorus]
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, b!tch, 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 fu*k, wouldn’t be in line
I don’t know how I’m alive, I had so long, lonely, long time
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put the (??) on it
Huh, no one fu*k 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, yeah, if you couldn’t see s*it, yeah
Yeah, slide on me and the family members R.I.P. him, yeah
Selling, 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 motherfu*king money, we’ll pull up outside, we leave ’em embarassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
I just (??), b!tch, now he glaring
I got diamonds in the face, b!tch
I got diamonds, how your fu*king screens ain’t playing?
Yeah, you, how you get?

[Chorus]
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, b!tch, 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 fu*k, wouldn’t be in line
I don’t know how I’m alive, I had so long, lonely, long time
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put the (??) on it

Huh, no one fu*k 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, yeah, if you couldn’t see s*it, yeah
Yeah, slide on me and the family members R.I.P. him, yeah
Selling, 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 motherfu*king money, we’ll pull up outside, we leave ’em embarassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
I just (??), b!tch, now he glaring
I got diamonds in the face, b!tch
I got diamonds, how your fu*king screens ain’t playing?
Yeah, you, how you get?