Boy
Lyrics
Boys come running
Gas and gunnin’
Four-speed bussin’
Like a Nascar racecar
Flows like murder
Grab my burner
’Bout to take ’em out
Keep up
Pick the pace up
Too much heat, heat
Build that pressure
’Bouta go dumb
Go hard
Don’t give up
Work them feet, feet
Steps don’t let up
Run, run, run to the money
Stack cheddar
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
New glow, new trap
Stack steady, new racks
Sin city, run that
Steady spitting new facts
Pretty kitty, new wrist
Shine like a North Star
Ran to the money
So fast like a racecar
Too much hate, these hoes don’t let up
Elevate, elevate, they won’t catch up
It’s money season, so you know I’m ’bout to bless ’em
Verified boss, so you know I’m ’bouta check ’em
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Boys come running
Gas and gunnin’
Four-speed bussin’
Like a Nascar racecar
Flows like murder
Grab my burner
’Bout to take ’em out
Keep up
Pick the pace up
Too much heat, heat
Build that pressure
’Bouta go dumb
Go hard
Don’t give up
Work them feet, feet
Steps don’t let up
Run, run, run to the money
Stack cheddar
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
New glow, new trap
Stack steady, new racks
Sin city, run that
Steady spitting new facts
Pretty kitty, new wrist
Shine like a North Star
Ran to the money
So fast like a racecar
Too much hate, these hoes don’t let up
Elevate, elevate, they won’t catch up
It’s money season, so you know I’m ’bout to bless ’em
Verified boss, so you know I’m ’bouta check ’em
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Run, run, run to the money
Run, run, run to the money
Writer(s): CATHERINE JEANNE CLARK, DANA LORENZO EVERETT
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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