Black Boy Joy

[Intro]
(Low-key
Wowowowowowowowoo
Yah)

[Chorus 1]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella
They say mo' money mo' problems I'm feeling all the better
If I had on three hoodies I still wouldn't even sweat her

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like wowowowowowowow
I try to tell her wowowowowowowow
Feeling good I'm feeling better
Momma told me son run that shit up cuz you have to go and make your own way, yeah
Spilt on your girl with a little bit of drip so I call that bitch Obey
Count that backend swear to God the other day I made me about a 100K
Got black boy joy, you can see it all in a nigga face
I just walked out with a bag
I drip big Louie, Fendi, Goyard sacks
I hopped in Porsche then I hopped in the Jag'
Bitch I'm just cooling posted drippin' swag, ayyy

[Pre-Chorus]
That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy
That black boy joy, yeah, nigga that black boy joy

[Chorus 2]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella

[Verse 2]
I'm so blessed
Never pressed
My skin glowing
That's a flex
Who is you?
Unimpressed
Why they hating?
I'm perplexed
I feel like a billi'
Woke up this morning let's get it
Turn a model to a big [?]
Go shopping in Paris like in Lenox, yeah
Sky is the limit no ceilings
Serena, Venus on my neck all tennis, back that
Bet that I always wanna get that, pullin' up
Looking like I'm 'bout big business
Cuz my new whip it just got no ceiling
Being a real nigga my only intention
God blessed me with my intuition
Don't get it fucked up got the fire on me nigga
If they going out sad don't vibe with them niggas
RIP Nip we still riding for you nigga
Can a [?] nigga start [?] on syrup
I got black boy joy yessir

[Chorus 2]
I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti
Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish
Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas
Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella