They Say – YNG Martyr & Sophiya

[YNG Martyr:]
They say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

[Sophiya:]
Oh my, oh my god, I’mma star, I’mma star
Oh my god, whippin’ Hummer cars, comin’ hella hard (uh)
I get the applause, got the bars and broads (ah-huh) (ah-huh)
We don’t need no keys we push that shit to start

[YNG Martyr:]
It’s Mr Martyr, bitches call me father
Pulled up eatin’ pasta and passata
She want enchilada, bitch just call up Carter
Like lil bitch, you can’t get an inch, what’s the fucking biz?
Hold up wait yeah Sophiya tell these pussies how it is

[Sophiya:]
Who do it better? I want the cheese and the cream and the cheddar, Vegemite spread her
I am a star, I took ur bitch for some business and pleasure, all at my leisure
She wanna come to my yard (uh), but I won’t let her, I don’t fuck bitches
I just get money for ever and ever, I’m onto bigger endeavours (they say) (they say)

[YNG Martyr:]
They say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

[Sophiya:]
Mix my Nike and Ferragamo, I’m on the come up
Lil mama wanna wanna lick lick lick like me, then go smoke some marijuana
Cook it up, whip it up, drip too hard she lick it up
We straight to bank and cleanin’ up, I got the sauce she eat it up
Sophiya and Martyr, there’s nobody harder
We cook it like pasta, yeh this one’s a charter
We big with the step and big on the web
But no Peter Parker, who movin’ faster? (uh)
Bitch like what the fuck? Oh my god, I get the applause
Gotta know who you are if you wanna fuck a star (they say)

[YNG Martyr:]
They say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)

Bitch I been the don, nails at salons, what you want?
Make you pussies mad, did it on my own
Like lil bitch, stompin’ on a pussy bridge, breakin’ necks
I got rich off a Nike song, that’s what you call a check cheque

They say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo (yeah)
Cause they say on a, on a, I’mma, I’mma be a star (uh-uh) (uh huh)
I stack my comma, mix my Nike and Ferragamo

Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)
Nike and Ferragamo
Nike and Nike and Ferragamo (gamo)