Hey Now YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
[Chorus]
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "
Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin'
Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly
[Verse 1]
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothin'
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say "Die," filled up with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred
And I got these diamonds dancin ' and they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, thirties filled up and all my niggas tote it
The hoes we wit' turnt up, bitch, we be them, but when you see you know it
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
[Chorus]
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now
Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "
Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin'
Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly
[Verse 1]
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothin'
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say "Die," filled up with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred
And I got these diamonds dancin ' and they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, thirties filled up and all my niggas tote it
The hoes we wit' turnt up, bitch, we be them, but when you see you know it
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