Text: New Boyz. Cricketz.

(feat. Tyga)

Hey, Hey, New Boyz
I remember when Pharell
Used to rock the tight jeans
With ice creams
While riding his skateboard
It was like sight seeing
Too lame he was afraid to change
If my middle finger could speak
Then I'd say the same
Nigga I'd state my name
Call me legacy bitch
Mrs. Sweetheart
A.K.A let me see tits
Doing too much like a marvel back flip
Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric
Where the haters at? Heller I found you
No, I don't give a F word about you
Itune me, leave us alone
Why don't you do you and go help a clone
Get it? Ay, another damn thing
You'll never see me care about another man's jeans
I don't even know, like all through the years
Seem like everywhere I go
The only thing that I hear is

Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
If you got something to say then please step up
{Ooh, they like crickets too}

Look, I scoot back
Let me give y'all your shot
Now get money, best believe I'll get mine
I see haters and I'm looking at 'em like
Please, let me breathe
Why y'all niggas hating on my skinny jeans
Fresh kicks like I copped a magician
You must be missing
The simple fact that I'm a get it
You ain't with it, baggy clothing outfits
Brothers acting stiff like cactus
Coming off hard but they soft like fabric
They lying, saying they the best like Calvin
They chose me, it's obvious I'm meant for the best
Skinny jeans sag low and
I know y'all know the rest
I'm Ben J, fool, why these dudes wanna trip
Even though I like to flash
Get it? Jerking in my kicks
I'm a just keep it straight like no one else
Bright colors is here, new boys is near

Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
If you got something to say then please step up

[Tyga:]
Ha, One verse wouldn't hurt
Ha, get tighter as the ghost of Mike rises
Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy
So you think you can dance in those fake nikees?
Lock yo old ass down, lil Ryan icey
I've been icey since minute maid made hi c's
Telling me she Pisces
Don't do signs do check signings
Tyga Towmry, I'm what the power what the diamonds
The fame will blind ya
And bitch yeah I'm fucking blind
See no evil, be low than zeroes
More funds to free throw
House got the strip pole
Skinny jeans at the door, girls got the speedos
I'm grown, I don't do those
New boys with new dough
Other nigga's brunos
Homeys with homos
I'm young money, squat them GD copo
I get the cheese after cheese, no, not yours
Tiger man tighter like vatos, {na, na, na, na}

Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? }
If you got something to say then please step up
{ooh, they like crickets too}