Ha!
Yeah, yeah
Sheee
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sammy A on the beat
Yeah, that's my yamaka
Yamaka, yamaka, yamaka, yamaka
Wake up feeling fresh, fresh
Put on my yamaka
Thank God, I'm free of stress
Put out my yamaka
Rackin up this bread
Make money doin' what I love
Those tzit tzits with the threads
Matching with my yamaka
I'm so beautiful
Born a Jew, a holy soul
I'm no Ryan Turell
But when I shoot the ball, it goes
IN
At the Superbowl
I just read the Torah scroll
Let my tzit tzit flow
Never sad, b'simcha bro
Shee, I need some peace
Stay a hundred degrees away from me
I need that clarity
Beg on my knees, shake that money tree
I need a shidduch who do pilates
I need a baddie who ride a Bugatti
I'm from Hawaii, so I be a hottie
No hava amina, I don't talk to thotties
Wake up feeling fresh, fresh
Put on my yamaka
Thank God I'm free of stress
Put out my yamaka
Rackin up this bread
Make money doin' what I love, love
Those tzit tzits with the threads
Matching with my yamaka
Yeah, that's my yamaka
Yamaka, yamaka, yamaka, yamaka
That's my yamaka
Yamaka, yamaka, yamaka, yamaka
Yeah, that's my yamaka
Yamaka, yamaka, yamaka, yamaka
That's my yamaka
Yamaka, that's my bestie! YAMAKA