YoungDon.

[Verse 1: Lona] Wake up, strap up my dungarees Hit the streets, with my gees Dripping steez, mind at ease No stress, screaming west Like I'm Pac with a vest, man I'm feeling so blessed Ran into a bad little broad who said she like the way I dress Saw that thing poking, said let me grab so I know it's real Got her number, that's that H-Town trill She was so picture perfect, I'm stuck on it still I'm stuck on it still [Hook 1: Lona] Riding with the homies, haters is hating on me Kick game like Balotelli, ain't nothing that you could tell me [Hook 2: Lona] We just young boys trying to be young dons We just young boys trying to help our moms We just young boys trying to be young dons We just young boys trying to help our moms [Bridge: Lona] Got to get it & I know I'm bout to Got to get it & I know I'm bout to Flow so sick you better call the doctor Flow so sick you better call the uh [Verse 2: Lona] Illest flow theraflu Got this girl love sick for about a year or two So even when she say she don't care uh you do Now there's a fool who in love with a brother who ain't good for you Well at least that's what your friends say and I love you Well at least that's what my pants say anyways Once he heard this was my plan, my step pops said it's many to get paid But I ain't hearing that cause I need real estate Like Bill Gates [Hook 1: Lona] Riding with the homies, haters is hating on me Kick game like Balotelli, ain't nothing that you could tell me [Hook 2: Lona] We just young boys trying to be young dons We just young boys trying to help our moms We just young boys trying to be young dons We just young boys trying to help our moms [Bridge: Lona] Got to get it & I know I'm bout to Got to get it & I know I'm bout to Flow so sick you better call the doctor Flow so sick you better call the uh