Lyrics: YUNG RANDY
Music: YUNG RANDY
Lil young boy can’t be cooler
If you dissing me come n do sum
From my neck up that be water
They don’t wanna see a young boy stack up
All this fake love got me ****ed up
My youngin get money they hustlers
Shawty she down on her knees ah
Rather really **** her than lover her
Lil young boy can’t be cooler
If you dissing me come n do sum
From my neck up that be water
They don’t wanna see a young boy stack up
All this fake love got me ****ed up
My youngin get money they hustlers
Shawty she down on her knees ah
Rather really **** her than lover her
(ey ey)
Turn up the bass so I’m feeling it
(ay ay)
Tell her so n she be doin it
(yeh yeh)
Sip on a 4 got me feeling right
(ey ha)
I'll rap on your song if the bag is right
Diamonds they dancing like glacier
In love wit money can’t lover her
I want to count up a million (ay)
Stack up my money like buildings (ay)
Going on tv like I’m jimmy Fallon
Leaving the party n she still goin
I off the gas, I’m up, I’m floatin
I out here chilling my neck is frozen
Randy on fire like benihana
My girl got wishes n imma grant it
I whip it up no bunsen burner
247 you know what happenin
Randy on fire like benihana
My girl got wishes n imma grant it
I whip it up no bunsen burner
247 you know what happenin
Lil young boy can’t be cooler
If you dissing me come n do sum
From my neck up that be water
They don’t wanna see a young boy stack up
All this fake love got me ****ed up ( ****ed up)
My youngin get money they hustlers
Shawty she down on her knees ah (knees ah)
Rather really **** her than lover her
Lil young boy can’t be cooler
If you dissing me come n do sum
From my neck up that be water
They don’t wanna see a young boy stack up
All this fake love got me ****ed up
My youngin get money they hustlers
Shawty she down on her knees ah
Rather really **** her than lover her
Upgrade to digital dash
Ion even talk they know I be gettin it
I cut them off
My life was a mess
Livin my life
I’m feeling fantastic
Shit is the cheque
I take it in cash
You already know
Im runin it back
I keep sum tricks up in this hat
Your girl she like me like shit wrong wit that
I keep my cash on dat overload (yi)
I want a yacht, but not a boat (yi)
Sneak in your girl like tippy toe
She talk to ops she got to go
Get to the money n **** a hoe
Go to the top like pinnacle
You my lil kid you have my flow
Water the money it gotta grow