Van Hayden Lyrics – Bankrol Hayden

Van Hayden Lyrics

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Smoking on Gary Payton
I ain’t gon ventilate it
So ya’ll gon ball
But ya’ll ain’t gon ball like Hayden
Chains like spaghetti and baguettes yeah
My brothers like Ed, Ed and Eddy yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty
Ya’ll way too friendly yeah

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Smoking on Gary Payton
I ain’t gon ventilate it
So ya’ll gon ball
But ya’ll ain’t gon ball like Hayden
Chains like spaghetti and baguettes yeah
My brothers like Ed, Ed and Eddy yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty
Ya’ll way too friendly yeah

Big drums in the club like it’s Rock Band
On god I could never shake the opps hand
Off top that’s how I’mma end up in the top 10
Threw away the ghost gun when the glock jam
Bros cookin in the pot Gordon Ramsey
She was playing with her nose in a mansion
Shawty always wildin out like Nick Cannon
Made a bitch do the drill Charles Manson
Can’t trust none of these bitches cause they be lying like Pinocchio

Money talk like Tim Duncan, I took a flight to San Antonio
Blacked out tint to white rims that’s an Oreo
Never took my foot up off the gas I got more to go
Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cup
Scream murder murder murder red rum
I got a spot for who next up
You did right look at your son yeah

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Smoking on Gary Payton
I ain’t gon ventilate it
So ya’ll gon ball
But ya’ll ain’t gon ball like Hayden
Chains like spaghetti and baguettes yeah
My brothers like Ed, Ed and Eddy yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty
Ya’ll way too friendly yeah

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Smoking on Gary Payton
I ain’t gon ventilate it
So ya’ll gon ball
But ya’ll ain’t gon ball like Hayden
Chains like spaghetti and baguettes yeah
My brothers like Ed, Ed and Eddy yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty
Ya’ll way too friendly yeah

I’d be paranoid no Black Sabbath
She wanna put me on her lips no chassy
20 bands stuffed in the mattress yeah
21 hoes no savage yeah
If we pull up to the crib then it’s a party
Then I’m jumping off the table Jeff Hardy
Shawty wanna eat me up like BeniHibachi
Got her looking at my neck like what it cost me

Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cup
Scream murder murder murder red rum
I got a spot for who next up
You did right look at your son yeah

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Smoking on Gary Payton
I ain’t gon ventilate it
So ya’ll gon ball
But ya’ll ain’t gon ball like Hayden
Chains like spaghetti and baguettes yeah
My brothers like Ed, Ed and Eddy yeah
Hollywood hoes so petty
Ya’ll way too friendly yeah

Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen
Mama I’m a rockstar like Van Halen