Kowboy

Chip Money What you wanna be when you grow up? I wanna be a kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I wanna be a kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold, yea Yea, Yea Bitch I'm so clean like Maybeline Don't start bitching, don't make a scene I want that Glock, bitch I'm I want your derriere Girl, toot it up in the air I beat on it like a snare These niggas be talkin', these bitches be talkin' I can't trust a soul, my mama, she taught me I smoke on this dope and I fly like a falcon Bitch be 4 wheel drivin', you know he keep trashin' I break it up like a fraction Ya hoes are very nasty, oh my god These clothes are very flashy Y'all acting so so trashy I break in a bitches mansion I stay in my lane, I'm never crashin' I wanna be a kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I wanna be a kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold, yea I wanna be a kowboy, a kowboy Bring that country shit in style, boy My belt is a snake, it don't rattle Double G buckle, I had to Scorin' that work on Erato Servin' them fiends was a hassle Workin' that pot with Lil TJ We was Outkast just like 3k On them flights for like 3 days Niggas got killed where we stay I wanna ride a quarter horse right thru acres home And let it take a big shit on a police lawn 380 baby boy you must've gon' brazy That's only 7 shots, that boy ain't Patrick Swazey And how you gonna rob a robber, you must have open nostrils I shot him in the back like Joe Horn, I popped and dropped him I wanna be a Kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I wanna be a Kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold, yea I wanna be a Kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I wanna be a Kowboy, aye You just a wild boy, aye They want my style, no way They want my style, no way Hit they ass with the lasso Get out that mud, it's so shallow I touch your mane, make yo neck cold I touch your mane, make yo neck cold, yea