All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicksdamn(Boy)
Look at this car****(Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look Mami I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
(That's right) With lot's of mobsters shops for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a ***k girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana

Y'all *****s can't ***k with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This *****s *****in (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa,damn
I'm in trouble need bail money, ****
Where the ***k is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my ***** (Oh Boy)
He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come squallin
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa holla listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
****, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact Guru start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
*****s demand ransoms over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well ***k it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body's feelin finicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa