Lazy Boy

Lyrics

[Intro: Bodega Bamz] Word, word, word, man I just, I just left the bank, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Big bank shit, you know what I mean? Like, I don't let the deposits or that cash go 'cause I'm scared I might drop that shit if take a taxi and all that Someone come up on me (Run, Forrest, run! Run, Forrest!) [Chorus: Bodega Bamz] Bang, bang for your buck (y'heard?), I do not give a fuck (y'heard?) I ain't blood, I ain't crip (y'heard?), I ain't that, I ain't this (y'heard?) I do not give a fuck (y'heard?), until we die, live it up (y'heard?) You ain't mine, you a smut (y'heard?), if I don't love, I don't trust (y'heard?) Bang, bang for your buck (y'heard?), I do not give a fuck (y'heard?) I ain't blood, I ain't crip (y'heard?), I ain't that, I ain't this (y'heard?) I do not give a fuck (y'heard?), until we die, live it up (y'heard?) You ain't mine, you a smut (y'heard?), if I don't love, I don't trust (y'heard?) [Verse: Bodega Bamz] Where I'm from (where I'm from) Either ball (either ball) or get a gun (get a gun) In the trap (in the trap) 'til the sun ('til the sun) Comin' up (comin' up), countin' funds (countin' funds) This ain't my hobby (this ain't my hobby), this ain't for fun (this ain't for fun) Never skip, let that motherfucker run (Run, Forrest, run!) Run run run run, nigga, dump dump dump dump, nigga Millionaire from the slums, shit, I don't sound like dumb niggas If I wave my gun, nigga, gettin' shot, that's off top, no discussions (Y'heard) That's word to mami, that's word to brothers and cousins Don't hate, get money, you know the rules, so play it Yeah, my flow water, I'm so cozy with cadence Fuck bitches, never jaded, that's sucker shit, we real men Hit decline when she FaceTime, hit decline when she FaceTime Playin' dumb on the smartphone, ooh, girl, I'm grown If I want you, I'ma get you, I don't own you, I'ma rent you Took years to be the one, I was number two like a pencil, yeah Special, yeah, yeah, take time to be the best Live life, never stressed, nothin' more, nothin' less Blessed up 'cause I worked hard, sweat tears many years Shed blood on these streets, I'm alive, still here I'ma die on my feet, never crawled, never feared No man, no self, no health, no wealth No pain, no glory, new house, three stories [Chorus: Bodega Bamz] Bang, bang for your buck (y'heard?), I do not give a fuck (y'heard?) I ain't blood, I ain't crip (y'heard?), I ain't that, I ain't this (y'heard?) I do not give a fuck (y'heard?), until we die, live it up (y'heard?) You ain't mine, you a smut (y'heard?), if I don't love, I don't trust (y'heard?) Bang, bang for your buck (y'heard?), I do not give a fuck (y'heard?) I ain't blood, I ain't crip (y'heard?), I ain't that, I ain't this (y'heard?) I do not give a fuck (y'heard?), until we die, live it up (y'heard?) You ain't mine, you a smut (y'heard?), if I don't love, I don't trust (y'heard?) [Bridge: Ohla] Ándale, ándale, mami [?], y'heard? What's poppin' tonight? Ándale, ándale, mami [?], y'heard? What's poppin' tonight? [Outro: Bodega Bamz, Ohla, Peter Rosenberg, Laura Stylez] And then we went to the burial, you know what I'm sayin', and that's where you—'cause the whole time you at the, you at the service, you like, "he gon' hop out this casket" Yeah, you always got that feelin' like this is still not real This ain't real, like he, he gon'—'cause he—I could speak for myself like, I'm sittin' there like, "nah, Yams gon' hop out" Yeah, it gotta be like—it's like you still believe like, "nah, my man's not gone" Nah, this is a joke, you know what I'm sayin'? Nah it get—when you, when you get to the gravesite is when it gets real Ah, man That's when the—like, it's like, "ah, it's really happenin'" You guys were so close, the first time I met Yams was at, uh, Bamz and Ohla's crib Yeah Yeah They had a really special relationship How did that relationship come—yeah, how did that come about, the relationship, the friendship? Um, it was just so, um—