Song parody of
Yeah The Boys
by Cdog
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Yeah yeah
Ooooh
Yeah yeah
Yessir
Yessirski
I ain't stressing no more look mama I made it
I'm talking money you boys speak another language
They been talkin bout me but it's still the same lame shit
Been the same since the beginning I ain't changing
I ain't marrying a girl that's a lame bitch
Need a new car Lambo or Mercedes
I'm built different you can't say that I'm made basic
I'd rather be rich than a tiny bit famous
Yeah the boys, yeah the boys, yeah the motherfucking boys
We jumping around, we shaking the room, so you know we making noise
I know we're not in church right now but I feel good so let's rejoice
I'ma do the right thing, cop my dad a new Rolls Royce
I'm in the garden sniffing the trees, they call me a rat I'm after the cheese
Not doing much I'm keeping the peace, I'm loving myself, happy with me
Clapping for me, not with her hands, not playing ball but she throw it back
I'm in the stu, Lyndon on the track, Cdog on it too it can't be whack
My boy just got his girl food on his UberEats
Don't got a hammer on me, but I'll squash the beef
I'm eating lollies all the time but know I brush my teeth
I'm out here chasing dollars, and all of my dreams
I ain't stressing no more look mama I made it
I'm talking money you boys speak another language
They been talkin bout me but it's still the same lame shit
Been the same since the beginning I ain't changing
I ain't marrying a girl that's a lame bitch
Need a new car Lambo or Mercedes
I'm built different you can't say that I'm made basic
I'd rather be rich than a tiny bit famous
Got no time for hoes, time to make that dough
Let's do it right, fuck her through the night, I treat her right
I got the hollar dollar roller soller moller yell out Pop I run this shit
I'm built different
Mama always told me so, hustle everyday
Pay my rent, look my homies in their fucking eyes, that's my right
Kiss em goodnight, don't treat them mean, treat them right
My friendship's like my girlfriend's pussy fucking hella tight
Yeah yeah
Ooooh
Yeah yeah
Yessir
Yessirski
I ain't stressing no more look mama I made it
I'm talking money you boys speak another language
They been talkin bout me but it's still the same lame shit
Been the same since the beginning I ain't changing
I ain't marrying a girl that's a lame bitch
Need a new car Lambo or Mercedes
I'm built different you can't say that I'm made basic
I'd rather be rich than a tiny bit famous
Yeah the boys, yeah the boys, yeah the motherfucking boys
We jumping around, we shaking the room, so you know we making noise
I know we're not in church right now but I feel good so let's rejoice
I'ma do the right thing, cop my dad a new Rolls Royce
I'm in the garden sniffing the trees, they call me a rat I'm after the cheese
Not doing much I'm keeping the peace, I'm loving myself, happy with me
Clapping for me, not with her hands, not playing ball but she throw it back
I'm in the stu, Lyndon on the track, Cdog on it too it can't be whack
My boy just got his girl food on his UberEats
Don't got a hammer on me, but I'll squash the beef
I'm eating lollies all the time but know I brush my teeth
I'm out here chasing dollars, and all of my dreams
I ain't stressing no more look mama I made it
I'm talking money you boys speak another language
They been talkin bout me but it's still the same lame shit
Been the same since the beginning I ain't changing
I ain't marrying a girl that's a lame bitch
Need a new car Lambo or Mercedes
I'm built different you can't say that I'm made basic
I'd rather be rich than a tiny bit famous
Got no time for hoes, time to make that dough
Let's do it right, fuck her through the night, I treat her right
I got the hollar dollar roller soller moller yell out Pop I run this shit
I'm built different
Mama always told me so, hustle everyday
Pay my rent, look my homies in their fucking eyes, that's my right
Kiss em goodnight, don't treat them mean, treat them right
My friendship's like my girlfriend's pussy fucking hella tight