Boy (feat. T.I.)

Boy

Boy

Boy

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

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 hold on

Put the business first then see what the hoes on

Young stunting walking 'round with this gold on

I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on

Dissing, acting like some women

Hey but we ain't really tripping 'cause we got some pots to piss in

Pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money, boy

When we pull up, and go get ya, get ya attention

She wishing her and my **** 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 lane

Puffing fifteen, thirty 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 **** who run it they go yelling out our name

Hustle gang bang green, 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

With us wreak havoc bring terror

No there ain't no **** like us in your city

Pulling up sucker like no he didn't

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money, boy

Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days

Hating on the bitch they don't get no play

Haters gon' hate, everything okay

Young from the streets getting money both ways

And we get that straight drop, 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

It's mean mugging so I go the heat cocked

Wheat timbs, we don't do the Reebok

My young boys on bullshit, boy

Just watch I'll show you how to do this shit, boy

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money

I pulled up parking lot stunt, boy

Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, boy

Everybody with me getting money, boy