Young Problemz
Young Problemz - Boy lyrics
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Wait, hold up hold up hold up hold up, we gon' put it down for Texas one time right here VERSE 1: Boy I got so many ways Ways to get paid Wake up everyday Money to be made Boppers know my name Boys know my face When I pass by, Bet ya gyal wave (hey! ) They feelin' my dougie Fresh like Dougie But not Dougie Fresh, Dougie D, I'm thuggin' And these boys are broadies Got this thang on me This the Chico Young Problemz Gang homie, Catch me at the club Girls show me love Boys dap me up Haters mean mug But I ain't even trippin' A playa steady pimpin' I don't need ya gyal boy I got so many CHORUS: (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) Hey DJ play that girl song Put that song on If ya money ain't long Boy you betta gone X2 VERSE 2: 'Ey boy I got so many ways Ways to get paid 24 hours Money to be made I started off with nothing Now I'm platinum plaque made Back then they ain't want me Now they all up in my face I ball up in the club 24s and up Yeah my Bentley big But girls still grub They trynna take me home Wanna be my cuddy buddy So I got 'em day and night Like Kid Cudi I swear she wanna love me She wanna fuck me I can take ya' girl away from you Boy trust me But I ain't even trippin' I said I ain't trippin' To much money on my mind to worry 'bout women (Boy) (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) Hey DJ play that girl song Put that song on If ya money ain't long Boy you betta gone VERSE 3: Hey this the Justo, I got so many Ya'll got dimes But I got twenties When I hit the club All the girls say ye-ahh. Do it one time for the mo ayayya Justo a fool Look how I'm stuntin' Hit the club with a fine suga brown honey I got so many honeys I got so many guns I got so many hundreds you got so many ones I walk up in the club tell a hoe to give me a some And just because I'm stuntin' all the hoes gimme numbers (huh) Jump up in the whip the rims got so many inches I got so many hoes cause they know that I'm the business Dolla signs on my mind Got ya dime movin' Ds Waffa five, extra Gs, taking 9 out the keys 'Ypnotized, Jewelery gang, Busta rhyme I ain't lyin I'mma shine I'mma grind 'Till it's time Suicide Extra lamb like a gyro Wrap 'em like a egg roll Beat up out the taco Feed 'em to the octos Fully fully auto Shawty bout that good plate Fuck around next they be sleepin with a sting ray Jump ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard Can chop you up like chicken liver Chop ya [?] I feed it to ya Gucci Mane so icy nigga Don't that sound familiar to ya Wish ya would fly cause fuck around around with choppas (so icy) (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) Hey DJ play that girl song Put that song on If ya money ain't long Boy you betta gone I say I got so many problems, A bitch ain't one So many revolvers So don't play dumb I got so many dreads momma you could pull work It's JM if you think I'm broke you're dumb That means that you're a dummy So don't say a thang I got so many homies Young Problemz Gang Boy I get so much hate 'Cause I'm doing great Pocket full of cake Poppa don't play Man her lil' weight It's the boy J Diamonds in my face You boys diamonds fake What's the dame dealie You boys is silly Weezy wanna milli Your problems wanna billi