Luyện nghe bài hát Boy

I be up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

I pulled up, lot stunt, boy
dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

I'm a boss stacking all money
My safe full of new hundreds
My trap house doing numbers
you how to turn nothing into something
I pull up to the scene, they "Bibby what you on?"
Got the chrome, one up in the dome, I'll get you gone
on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on
Put the first, then see what the hoes on
Young stunting, walking round with this gold on
I flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on
Niggas dissing, like some women
Hey but we ain't really cause we got some pots to piss in nigga

up, parking lot stunting, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me money

I pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
Nigga we worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody with me getting

When we pull up as the shit and go get bitch's attention
She wishing her and my dick have a head on collision
My guarder number one, we be bumming in direction
They get permission from me, they turn her with no ignition
King, double for the lean
Carpet 15, 30 grand in my
And I'm seen on the scene, it's obscene
And a vert so clean, half a dollar chain
Ask that ho who run it, they go out our name
Hustle Gang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls
Get dough when the bank close, and ain't no
Stopping, our feet kicked up where you go
They can't paint no no clearer
with us, wreak havoc, bring terror
No there ain't no nigga us in your city
up, sucker like no he motherfucking didn't

Pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar full of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money

I up, parking lot stunt, boy
dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy
Nigga we ain't worried nothing, boy
Everybody with me money, boy

Grind so hard I ain't in four days
Niggas on the bench, they don't get no play
gon hate, everything OK
Young nigga from the streets getting money both
And we get that straight shit, straight from the tropics
Then I it, to double up them profits
Catch me on E block, now I'm the D cop
Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets
Niggas mean mugging, so I got the cocked
Wheat nigga, we don't do the Reebok
My boys on bullshit, boy
Just watch, I'll show you how to do shit, boy

Pulled up, lot stunt, boy
Thousand dollar jeans of hundreds, boy
we ain't worried bout nothing, boy
Everybody me getting money