Dummy Boy

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, Fauni Figueroa, let's get it Bands, bands (Jay made a fucking $plash) Bands, bands, bands, bands (Gettin' it) Bands, bands (Gettin' it), bands, bands (Gettin' it) Want all of the cash (Heavyweight champ, heavyweight champ) Bands, bands (Gettin' it) Keepin' that shit in my bag (Turn up my mic) Bands [Verse] Can you name a nigga who got rich without committing sin? Judge say you need to grow up, that's why they take me in Shoutout to my partners with them numbers when I needed them Couple nigga's stabbed my back, back when I believed in them Old hoes just old hoes so I deleted them Jew money, daily new money, boy, go get you some I ain't rich but I get them bands, ho, I ain't no bum (Bands) Chasin' dreams while I'm chasin' funds From honchos to the ones Stompin' in my Air Force Ones, like I weighed a ton Thought her head game was fire before, wait 'til she tie that bun 26, biggest thottie bitch, but innocent like a nun Won't thumb no ass, rather thumb the cash (Bitch) Fuck yo needs and wants I seen yo mans, and I peeped your ex, you like Cheeser boys (Lame niggas) Greedy boys, broke and needy boys, bitch, come feed me boys Home boys, always home, boy, I'm never home, boy Gone, boy, don't get joan, boy, hit my phone, boy Grown boy, I'm my own boy, fuck a known boy Lone star chillin' wit' your bitch, I ain't alone, boy Young Figueroa don't give no oaths, get to know me, boy (Get to know me) Ain't really wit' all that talkin' Ima show me, boy Wifey look like a Muslim, Kim, Kendall, Khloe, boy Like them gold necks and watches, and them vintage Rollies, boy Lil' throw tried to paranoid me, run up on me boy, bah (Ayy) Dummy like a bitch, you's a dummy boy