B.O.Y.B. by Micky Munday Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Swear I’m too cool, 10 times 2
I’m in that new thang, that s 50 it’s sky blue
When I ride through, know I turn heads
I’m so right I’m tryina learn left
So many no’s I’m tryina get a yes
See nteh worst but tryina get the best
Ah, ah, ah, you better get it boy before I do, I do, I do
I’m married to the game, said my I do’s
Got these bitches like yes and the homies like whoa
Money team, all the homies drive cruise
Live to win and rather die than loose
Double the profits, cut the losses
Jesus piece those custom crosses
Big boss and we Rick Rossin'
So fresh to death I need a sick coffin
Whoever ain’t here ain’t get a shit often
Press my team, suck my dick softly
Fuck whoever ain’t getting it
Laid back and I’m spending it
All off in my pen and shit
But with no pen I can’t get a grip
I lost it
[Hook]
Still money over them hoes, add it up and get more
Get high then balance them lows
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Ballin on your bitches, ballin on your bitches
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
In my 2 door, I got 4 seats
Try to be low key, but ain’t shit bout this low key
I’m laughing to the bank, yeah and the joke please
That sweet life, that life sweet
I came a long way, from that 2 piece
I used to dream to live
Now I’m living a dream
Stuntin on hoes, but she love my shirt
There’s a bitch to that song, then fuck that bitch that verse
I know you think I did you wrong
But I could have did you worse
Shout out to your friend, cause I fucked her first
She used to love that dick, and I loved that purse
She always kicked in, and stay rollin up that purp
[Hook]
Swear I’m too cool, 10 times 2
I’m in that new thang, that s 50 it’s sky blue
When I ride through, know I turn heads
I’m so right I’m tryina learn left
So many no’s I’m tryina get a yes
See nteh worst but tryina get the best
Ah, ah, ah, you better get it boy before I do, I do, I do
I’m married to the game, said my I do’s
Got these bitches like yes and the homies like whoa
Money team, all the homies drive cruise
Live to win and rather die than loose
Double the profits, cut the losses
Jesus piece those custom crosses
Big boss and we Rick Rossin'
So fresh to death I need a sick coffin
Whoever ain’t here ain’t get a shit often
Press my team, suck my dick softly
Fuck whoever ain’t getting it
Laid back and I’m spending it
All off in my pen and shit
But with no pen I can’t get a grip
I lost it
[Hook]
Still money over them hoes, add it up and get more
Get high then balance them lows
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Ballin on your bitches, ballin on your bitches
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m still ballin on you bitches, ballin on your bitches
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
In my 2 door, I got 4 seats
Try to be low key, but ain’t shit bout this low key
I’m laughing to the bank, yeah and the joke please
That sweet life, that life sweet
I came a long way, from that 2 piece
I used to dream to live
Now I’m living a dream
Stuntin on hoes, but she love my shirt
There’s a bitch to that song, then fuck that bitch that verse
I know you think I did you wrong
But I could have did you worse
Shout out to your friend, cause I fucked her first
She used to love that dick, and I loved that purse
She always kicked in, and stay rollin up that purp
[Hook]