Kowboy ft. Chipotle Lyrics

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