[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
[Verse 1: Staples] Is your house big? Is car nice? Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are shows packed? If your song played, would know that? How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your buzz Do the jump? Is the club right? Got your right? Boy, yeah right
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Verse 2: Staples] women wanna slit the wrist Pretty wanna be a rich man's bitch Pretty women a couple kids Pretty women a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna a Benz Come correct and she let you in Thumbin' the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that changes dependin' what You're Got an that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You pretend to get a idea about the lifestyle chasin' Keep that you real Until every selfie is
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