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<br />

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Thanks to razvan