Yee
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Bitch think my money grow on trees
She want a Birkin bag cost six seven Gs
You get Michael Kors bitch no Celine
You don't like that shit bitch then leave
She like rock how u get the double Gs
At least take me to Benihana's with the team
You want a $100 steak, lil bitch please
I go drop the bitch off at Mickey Ds
And all these hoes tryna say rock mean
I bet that bitch throw that ass on me
And I keep shit a hundred yeah i keep it a C
Counting up the Franks is my favorite thing (Woo)
A young boy runnin to the bands all winter
Pull up on your bitch in a sprinter
She got 6-7 friends so we all gone fit em
It's a rockstar lifestyle you can't make it
Feel like Michael Jackson diamonds skating
And I pass hoes around Manning Peyton (Yeah)
Yee
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Young Rock - Courtside Lyrics
Young Rock - Courtside Lyrics
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Yee
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Bitch think my money grow on trees
She want a Birkin bag cost six seven Gs
You get Michael Kors bitch no Celine
You don't like that shit bitch then leave
She like rock how u get the double Gs
At least take me to Benihana's with the team
You want a $100 steak, lil bitch please
I go drop the bitch off at Mickey Ds
And all these hoes tryna say rock mean
I bet that bitch throw that ass on me
And I keep shit a hundred yeah i keep it a C
Counting up the Franks is my favorite thing (Woo)
A young boy runnin to the bands all winter
Pull up on your bitch in a sprinter
She got 6-7 friends so we all gone fit em
It's a rockstar lifestyle you can't make it
Feel like Michael Jackson diamonds skating
And I pass hoes around Manning Peyton (Yeah)
Yee
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Bitch think my money grow on trees
She want a Birkin bag cost six seven Gs
You get Michael Kors bitch no Celine
You don't like that shit bitch then leave
She like rock how u get the double Gs
At least take me to Benihana's with the team
You want a $100 steak, lil bitch please
I go drop the bitch off at Mickey Ds
And all these hoes tryna say rock mean
I bet that bitch throw that ass on me
And I keep shit a hundred yeah i keep it a C
Counting up the Franks is my favorite thing (Woo)
A young boy runnin to the bands all winter
Pull up on your bitch in a sprinter
She got 6-7 friends so we all gone fit em
It's a rockstar lifestyle you can't make it
Feel like Michael Jackson diamonds skating
And I pass hoes around Manning Peyton (Yeah)
Yee
Pop two xans then I hop on the PJ
Young boy running to the bands like a relay
Two hoes calling me tryna have a three way
Feeling like Valee courtside at the Heat game
I keep shooters with me like D Wade
I just sit back relax and count up the Gs mane
Pick up your thot I just gave her the D mane (Yeah)
Young boy from the bay I flew a bitch out from the A
Not talking money say it to my face
I know that boy afraid I know that boy he ain't counting cake
Boolin with your bitch no date
Nutted on her face made that bitch go home on a train
And I'm a big dog Great Dane
Cops tryna raid cops tryna pull up on the gang
Writer: Stone Peffly
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid