Tim Hawkins - Gonna have a boy lyrics

Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy? Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup? Taylor Gang in this b**h We"re pourin' drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in We ain"t worried bout the game ‘cus we running it Got a joint, with a bottle in my other hand b**hes love me, n***as hatin' on me ‘cus I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband I got cash in a rubberband Commas after commas, if it"s money I"m comin' I got bands, mister drummin' f** the hoes that you lovin' Designer's that's nothing, private jet, man that's stuntin' You never did this sh** so my n***as start frontin' Last lady with me, she ain"t even legal I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego Derek Jeter set, I'm ballin' like rollin' Catchin' wind with the top down, I feel like I'm ballin' Money don"t bend, zeros don"t end All this money that I'm stackin' in, I done setting a trend Still owning that real sh**, you rap n***as are gon' k** sh** Hunned bands, throw it in the club Don"t give a sh** cus I"m still rich I got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s I'm'ma f** the throw, all this only b**hes is You n***as life savin', one night you spending this Shawty a** k**in, she ain"t leavin' no witnesses We throwin' money all night, we ain"t running now On my Juicy J swag n***a and I"m showin 'out Molly in yo girl a** and my dick in her mouth If she don't finish all her food I ain"t pullin' out Rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a ho Bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door Blowin' presidential smoke This that Cali buzz Man plus we makin' G"s and getting our dicks s**ed