Ya Boy - Stevie Johnson lyrics

[Intro] We all about them Bills We all about them Bills [Hook: Cik.Money] I'm about my Bills like Stevie Johnson All my women throw it back like I caught an option Money on my mind, money on my conscious I'm all about my Bills, I'm on my Stevie Johnson [Verse 1: Ya Boy] Bills in my duffle yo, you don't want trouble bro Heat in my pocket, heart cold like Buffalo I would just hustle one thing, but I need options That work about to touch down, call it Steve Johnson Catch me flying through the field like "Who want beef?" It's 25 but I could get it for the 1-3 Certified Fly Guy, you on my time I'm really real and you as real as a Sci-fi I'm trying to bring it home baby, it's our time They cheering for me like I'm cross the one yard line And I'm all about my bills like Stevie Johnson (Black Card Boys, yes, BCB we poppin') Get that dough straight across like I'm running streaks My bills come in hundreds, my women come in threes This hater ran up on Ya Boy like he was furious I lifted up my shirt like, "Why so serious?" [Hook] [Verse 2: Cik.Money] Shawty got her tights on, her figure awesome Im fly to fashion critics like, "What that cost him?" I'm on my Stevie Johnson, bills like I'm Stevie Johnson Meaning I stay with that green like I'm Aaron Rodgers My fitted - Oakland A's, quarter Dodgers Your career hanging by a rope, you second string I'm in the game, how the hell could you be next to me? They on my swagger safe the series is a pilot I'm 'bout my money, no paper trail, don't wire it Everything in the streets must be done Wallace Over a burn, out in person or a pay phone I rep the West like the big homie Dr. Dre doin' I'm trying to bring may back like may gone My haters want to see my fall, but I ain't stopin' Never came across T.I.P., big things poppin' Not just me, my whole team on they Stevie Johnson [Hook] [Verse 3: Ya Boy] My main bad, but she twerk clean I'm 'bout to score like SJ13 I don't go to sleep, I go to the bank honey So I don't count sheep, I count money Diamond in my face, I like to shine a lot Cash by the briefcase cuz I rhyme a lot I spent $100,000 on this tiny clock Ice all in the face, who cares about what time I got? I go hard for them bills, call me Stevie Johnson Check my garage I got wheels like Stevie Johnson Bruh, pa** it off to me, I'm en route Your girl slippin digits to me cuz she think I'm cute I hit it five times, and she gets the boot I'm on my Stevie Johnson, I got sh** to do I'm working with a dirty dozen like Charles Bronson Anything for them Bills, Stevie Johnson [Hook]