My Boy Lyrics - Wale

Count me in, Cole 

Right here? 

Nah, I'm here 

Yeah, bounce, bounce 

My boy, my boy 

My boy, my boy, my boy 

Yeah, right here 

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok 

Concrete since day one 

Ain't no time to make up 

Ain't no time for that hoe 

Like baby, word to a cup 

Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters 

Be sure to leave your armour and your women penetrated 

I give her back, I hate her 

Poof, get outta here 

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I say congratulations, your old lady renovated 

You niggas lazy, my boy 

Why you hatin', my guy? 

You bought her Commes des Garcons 

She come and play with your heart 

I'm far from a popular artist 

One of the hardest, no less 

And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater 

Call her whatever you want 

I got my revenue up 

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly Brothers 

Since day one, Folarin been the same one 

I came up in them gogos most of them was afraid of 

Now kill mo', say that 

Now kill mo', say that 

But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack 

Don't be talking too much 

These niggas copy too much 

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough 

Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up 

I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up 

I'm faded 

I'm playing 

These niggas don't be no gangster, they be playing it 

Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county 

Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem 

I know every who and who and every who that I'm around 

And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty 

Hold up, yeah 

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, hold up, boy 

I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie, hold up 

So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up? 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, 

my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

Who gon' bring my crown to me? 

And who won' try to fuck with me? 

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me 

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury 

Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me 

Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million 

Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant 

All other rappers, put your pride to the side 

Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob 

You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side 

I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob 

When the boy from the corner come rob you 

And tie you up to something 

Now, stop with all that frontin' 

That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it 

But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it 

That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it 

The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it 

No if's, and's or but's about it 

30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed 

I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded 

Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type 

I shoot through you crazy with hollow tips 

No holler backs, just how to raps 

I got a black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked 

Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap 

Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh) 

Stereotypical, but to hear me is spiritual 

I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral 

Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals 

IV's, IV's, it's the reason why nobody try me, try me 

Have a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?" 

Cole did me grimy 

He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese 

Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap 

But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in 

Pine boxes 

I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers 

This nigga silly 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, 

my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

Who gon' bring the crown? 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

And who won' try to fuck with me? 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me 

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy 

Who gon' bring my crown to me? 

And who won' try to fuck with me? 

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me 

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury 

Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me 

Who gon' bring my crown to me? 

And who won' try to fuck with me? 

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me 

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury 

Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me 

Who gon' bring my crown to me? 

And who won' try to fuck with me? 

Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me 

I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury 

Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me