B-Boyz lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro (Billionaire Minds): DJ Khaled]
Aight, this record right here is featuring the future!
Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar
One time for the West Coast! (Olympicks!)
Philly, what's up?

[Intro (Kiss the Ring): DJ Khaled]
Yeah, it's We The Best!
It's YMCMB!
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment!
(Olympicks!)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Talk about it, make 'em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like it's livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet
Lightest boy with the biggest heart
n*gga, play yo' part or parallel park yo' ego
Next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it
Or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a MAC
In the back of a 'Lac with a latch on the back
Of the trunk, hit a punk in the back with the pump
In the back 'til he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future
When you are mentioning talent
And I'm back in the back of the block
With a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch with a block
Or whatever and cut, no cut, mo' guns, mo' guts, f*ck boy
You f*cked up twice, you f*cked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip head first smilin'
Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you b*tches, TDE, YMCM, big business, b*tch!
[Interlude: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Birdman, what they do, big dawg?
Mack Maine, what's crackin fool?
Big money!

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay n*gga, riding in a May-B, and I'm probably with Baby
Don't talk n*gga, f*ck you, pay me, intercept your b*tch like Bailey
Okay, big money on this side
100 grand for the whip my b*tch drive
Need a new safe, money getting too high
Dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this n*gga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad b*tch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up, she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, two shows a day
My Rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do, Bird? My f*ckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young n*gga, got a lot of flows
Any n*gga don't believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control
[Interlude: Birdman]
Just like that boy
Death forbids honor, ya understand me?
Dedication, respect
Fully loaded, yeah

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug n*gga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti n*gga, fishing on the fishscales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]
Ya know, that time is money
And money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing, n*gga
It’s like, jail was third base
And my lil' n*gga still came home, ya understand? Yeah
[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I’m from the hood where b*tches hold coke in they baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my n*ggas down boy like a kickstand (Young Money!)
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a b*tch fam
Lil’ n*gga finish puberty, grow ya own di*k damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up n*ggas, the f*ck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I’m in a whole 'nother tax bracket
Amen

[Outro (Billionaire Minds): DJ Khaled]
Shout out to the YMCMB bosses
Birdman, Slim, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine
One time for that boy Cortez, aka Tez!
This is how we do it
We ain't never gon' stop either
(Olympicks!)
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