City Boy Lyrics

Wok in the Fanta

Baby love me she part of my fandom

I'm that Nigga I ride in a phantom

Baby spoiled she throwing a tantrum

Sing my songs pretty mami her anthem

She love rubbing my face said I'm handsome

Buying birkins they calling me Santa

City boy I go vibe in Atlanta

Bape for the winter

She love my persona

She love me she can't get enough

She thick and she pretty

Get nasty off Whitney

God damn I think I'm inlove

Count hundreds and fifty's

And maybe some 20's

Love money I can't get enough

Baby loving my energy

wanted to fuck get on top

She feeling a rush

When we fuckin

She wanna have kids

I said baby what?

I nut on her face

Baby trippin

I'm too young turnt

I'm still in the game

She too outta place

I'm to rich to be driving my self

I get me a chauffeur

We ride outta space

Niggas trippin

They tryna keep up

I'm different lil Nigga

We not in a race

My jeans made my Ksubi

They fit tight so it's holding my toolie

Love my lingo I'm callin ha fooly

On my own so I'm living unruly

I love pretty girls can't fuck wit groupies

We get nasty we fuck in jacuzzis

She got water I'm calling her juicy

We inlove we like jt and uzi

Bitch I got get money habits

Living this Rockstar life stones on my jacket

Got so much Energy fuck like a rabbit

Money keep piling up Nigga Im stacking it yea

Wok in the Fanta

Baby love me she part of my fandom

I'm that Nigga I ride in a phantom

Baby spoiled she throwing a tantrum

Sing my songs pretty mami her anthem

She love rubbing my face said I'm handsome

Buying birkins they calling me Santa

City boy I go vibe in Atlanta