DJ Khaled - B-Boyz Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]Talk about it, make 'em talk aboutLife to me is currency, prosperity, I got itAnd your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life supportI license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heartNigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violenceNext to me is definitely no one, I'm one of oneAnd I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot itMack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'LacWith a latch on the back of the trunkHit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balanceAnd I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talentAnd I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowanceIraq on the block, he watch for the block or whateverAnd cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, ***** boy, you *****ed up twice, you *****, consider you drownin'Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'On you *****es, TDE, YMCMB business, *****[Verse 2: Ace Hood]Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with babyDont talk nigga ***** you pay me, intercept your ***** like BaileyOkay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my ***** driveNeed a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my LevisBoy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavishMight cop me an Aston, Martin on 'emAnything I drive I own 'em, bad ***** and that ass ain't normalGotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a comaI'm super paid, 2 shows a dayMy rollie gold, no time to wasteWhat it do Berg, my *****in' brotherKeep that pistol by me like my lovely mommaHot as the summer, cold as the winterStay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timberYoung nigga, got a lot of flowsAny nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control[Verse 3: Birdman]Box full of choppers, hand on the triggerUptown gangsta, get it how we get itThird Ward soldier, suicide riderMilitant minded, hundred mill on the counterHand pearly rug nigga, flame on the BugattiChristian Louboutin, Chanel for my modelsHigher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scalesNose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mailFr-fresher than I been beforeHigher than we even been, shining on them 24'sJunior doing time hoOn the grind ho, while he doing time ho[Interlude: Mack Maine]Ya know!The time is money and money still was made babyEight months ain't stop nothing niggaIt's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand[Verse 4: Mack Maine]I'm from the hood where *****es hold coke in they baby diapersThat's why when the babies grow up damn they be like usI came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphersMan I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from RikersShout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail BoyMy flow Lucifer, I spit hell boyMy heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstandAnd I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstandGet off my nuts, stop acting like a ***** famLil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damnI went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porchTo cruising through the streets of Miami in a red PorscheMe and Stunna fly, we should join the Air ForceStand up niggas, the ***** you brought them chairs for?I went from making money from people with crack habitsTo thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracketAmen