Текст песни T.I. feat Lil Bibby - Boy (Single 2015)
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about 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 doin' 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, playa get you gone
Money on my phone so I told that bitch hold on
Put the business first then see what the hoes on
Young nigga stuntin', walking 'round with this gold on
I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissin', acting like some women
Hey but we ain't really trippin' cause we got some pots to piss in
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
When we pull up in some shit, it gon' get your bitches attention
She wishing her and my dick could have a head-on collision
My gunna number one, we be bummin' in your direction
They get permission from me, they gon' turn it with no ignition
King, double styrofoam full of lean
Carbine 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 the hoes who run it, they gon' yell it not a name
Hustle Gang bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get dough when the bank close, when it ain't no
Stopping, the beat kicked up where you can't go
And can't paint no picture no clearer
Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror
Know it ain't no nigga like us in your city
Pulling up, sucka like "No he muthafuckin' didn't"
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days
Niggas hatin' on the bench, they don't get no play
Haters gon' hate, everything okay
Young nigga from the streets, getting money both ways
Yeah we get that straight drop shit, straight from the tropics
Then I re-rock it to double up them profits
Catch me on E block, nine with the D cocked
Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked
Niggas mean muggin' so I got the heat cocked
Wheat Timbs nigga, 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 stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
I pulled up parking lot stuntin', boy
Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried about nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting money
