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
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
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Writer(s): Narada Hicks
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