I'm A Dboy (Feat. Birdman)

Yeah OK I'm strapped Get 'em Black hat, black shades, black diamonds oh behave No he can't with the fuckin' seats back Got the paint job dope In the fuckin' seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys I got money in my pocket I got money in my block I got the money in the power I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dope boy I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys I got money in my pocket I got money in my block I got the money in the power I'm gone Thinkin' of a masta' plan I get money but I'm thinkin' of a fasta' plan I'm tryin' to cash it in I got five in the garbage can and the wrap saran I need cash advance See I know three sold The other two a jam I'm a sit on one and whip the other one much as I can Hot ass fuckin' sedan Windows rolled down no sound Them bricks got the speakers drowned I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens I ain't tryin' to get to my ships sunk, fuck you pirates I'll touch you cowards It ain't nothin' to a boss The niggas in the hood try'na floss and ya head gotta cost nigga Take a loss nigga S-S five five all black with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't tryin' to prove nothin' I'm jus tryin' to move somethin' [Chorus] See we cookin' up a thousand grams (thousand grams) I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (pots and pans) Triple color with the platinum jam 50 birds homeboy in the back of a van (bitch) A hundred grand in rubber bands (rubber bands) We got them birds in the coffee cans (coffee cans) We got the whips wit the extra clips Got bitches outta state niggas flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks) Been in the caddy been in the alley Nigga been on the block Right in front of Mrs. Gladis Nigga know bout hustlin' Know bout stuntin' Did the curb servin' shined every summer (bitch) Been on front, been in the back Nigga roll wit' duct tape and ride wit' the mac We see these haters like fuck them niggas We made men millionaires, hustlin's our nature [Chorus] Eight A.M. open my eyes Yeah kick my bitch tell her open the blinds And I'm, over the stove at nine Yeah I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn) Y'all pray for her While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper-boy I will take ya For the right paper-boy I will take her Shake her, tape her, waist up Send her to the money she be back before I wake up Get cha cake up Y'all niggas lame ducks Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up My name Wayne what Hot boy flame up You niggas tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up [Chorus]