文本歌词

Boy - Lil Bibby/T.I.
Boy Boy Boy
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
I'm a boss stacking all this money
My safe stay full of new hundreds
My trap house still doing numbers
Show you how to turn nothing into something
I pull up to the scene
They like Bibby what you on
Got the chrome
One up in the dome
Play I'll get you gone
Money on my phone
So I told that b**ch hold on
Put the business first
Then see what the hoes on
Young ni**a stunting
Walking round with this gold on
I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing
Acting like some women
Hey but we ain't really tripping
Cause we got some pots to piss in
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
When we pull up as the sh*t
And go get your b**ch's attention
She wishing her and my dick could have a head on collision
My guarder number one
We be bumming in your direction
They get permission from me
They gon turn her with no ignition
King
Double Styrofoam for the lean
Puffing 15
30 grand in my jeans
And when I'm seen on the scene
It's obscene
And a vert so clean
Half a million dollar chain
Ask a ho who run it they go yelling out our name
Hustle gang bang green b**ch
All we know is bank rolls
Get dough when the bank close
And there ain't no
Stopping
Our feet kicked up where you can't go
They can't paint no picture no clearer
F**k with us
Wreak havoc
Bring terror
No there ain't no ni**a like us in your city
Pulling up
Sucker like no he motherf**king didn't
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days
Niggas hating on the bench
They don't get no play
Haters gon hate
Everything ok
Young ni**a from the streets getting money both ways
And we get that straight drop sh*t
Straight from the tropics
Then I rerock it to double up them profits
Catch me on E block
Now I'm with the D cop
Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked
Niggas mean mugging
So I got the heat cocked
Wheat timbs ni**a
We don't do the Reebok
My young boys on b******t boy
Just watch
I'll show you how to do this sh*t boy
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money
Pulled up
Parking lot stunting boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds boy
Ni**a we ain't worried bout nothing boy
Everybody with me getting money