Dummy Boy lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Fauni Figueroa, let's get it
Bands, bands (Jay made a f*cking $plash)
Bands, bands, bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Bands, bands (Gettin' it), bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Want all of the cash (Heavyweight champ, heavyweight champ)
Bands, bands (Gettin' it)
Keepin' that sh*t in my bag (Turn up my mic)
Bands

[Verse]
Can you name a n*gga who got rich without committing sin?
Judge say you need to grow up, that's why they take me in
Shoutout to my partners with them numbers when I needed them
Couple n*gga's stabbed my back, back when I believed in them
Old hoes just old hoes so I deleted them
Jew money, daily new money, boy, go get you some
I ain't rich but I get them bands, ho, I ain't no bum (Bands)
Chasin' dreams while I'm chasin' funds
From honchos to the ones
Stompin' in my Air Force Ones, like I weighed a ton
Thought her head game was fire before, wait 'til she tie that bun
26, biggest thottie, b*tch, but innocent like a nun
Won't thumb no ass, rather thumb the cash (b*tch)
f*ck yo needs and wants
I seen yo mans, and I peeped your ex, you like Cheeser boys (Lame n*ggas)
Greedy boys, broke and needy boys, b*tch, come feed me boys
Home boys, always home, boy, I'm never home, boy
Gone, boy, don't get joan, boy, hit my phone, boy
Grown boy, I'm my own boy, f*ck a known boy
Lone star chillin' wit' your b*tch, I ain't alone, boy
Young Figueroa don't give no oaths, get to know me, boy (Get to know me)
Ain't really wit' all that talkin' Ima show me, boy
Wifey look like a Muslim, Kim, Kendall, Khloe, boy
Like them gold necks and watches, and them vintage Rollies, boy
Lil' throw tried to paranoid me, run up on me boy, bah (Ayy)
Dummy like a b*tch, you's a dummy boy