I'm a Dboy Lyrics By Birdman
Black hat (Yeah)
Black shades (Yeah)
Black diamonds (Yeah)
Oh, behave (Ha-ha)
No, he can't with the fuckin' seats back
(Yeah, yeah)
Got the paint job dope
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the fuckin' seats cracked
I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
(Yeah, yeah)
I got the scope in the Rov'
(Yeah, yeah)
Jack, jack boys
I money, money, pocket, pocket
Money, money
Block got, block got
Money, money
And the power
Thinkin' of a master plan
I get money
Thinkin' of a master plan
I get money
Thinkin' of a master plan
I get money
Thinkin', thinkin' of a faster plan
I'm tryna cash it in
I got five in that garbage can
And the wrap Saran
I need cash advance
See, I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin' sedan
Windows rolled down, no sound
Brick, 'em bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens
I ain't tryna get to my ships sunk
Fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nothin' to a boss
****, **** in the hood tryna floss
And ya head got a cost, ****
Take a loss, ****
SS, .55 all black
With the top chopped off
Catch, catch me in the spots where the shots pop off
I ain't, I ain't tryna prove nothin'
I'm just tryin' to move somethin'
I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Ho, dope, dopeboy
(Yeah, yeah)
I got the scope in the Rov'
(Yeah)
Jack, jack boys
I money, money, pocket, pocket
Money, money
Block got, block got
Money, money
And the
Cookin' up a thousand grams (A thousand grams)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
(With the pots and pans)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
(With the pots and pans)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
(With the pots and pans)
Triple color with the platinum jams
(With the platinum jams)
Fifty birds homeboy, in the back of a van (Yeah)
(Bitch)
A hunnid grand in rubberbands (In rubberbands)
We got them birds in the coffee cans (In the coffee cans)
We got the whips with the extra clips (Yeah ****)
Bitches, bitches outta state
**** flippin' them bricks
(Flippin' them bricks)
Been in the Caddy
Been in the alley (Uh-huh)
**** been on the block (Yeah)
Right in front of Miss Gladys
(Right in front of Miss Gladys)
This **** know about hustlin' (About hustlin')
Know about stuntin' (Stuntin', stuntin')
Did, did the curb servin' (Yeah)
Shine every summer (Bitch)
Been on front
Been in the back (Yeah, ****)
**** roll with duct tape
And ride with the MAC (Pow)
See these haters like, "Fuck them ****"
(Like fuck these ****)
We made, made men millionaire
Hustlin' our nature
I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
A dope, dopeboy
(Yeah)
I got the scope in the Rov'
Jack, jack boys
I money, money, pocket, pocket
Money, money
Block got, block got
Money, money
Power, power
I'm gone
8:00 am
Open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch
Tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at 9
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, yeah
I'm gettin' dough
I'm a paperboy, boy
I will take for the
For the right pay, boy, boy
I will take her, shake her
Tape her waist
Send her, send her to the money
She be back before I wake up, ha
Get ya cake up
Y'all **** lame
Should probably, should probably get your game up
When I'm givin' the game up
My name Wayne, what?
Hot boy, flame up
You **** tryna to change up
And I'm gettin' my change up
I'm a D-boy
Bitch, I'm a D-boy
(Yeah, yeah)
A dope, dopeboy
(Yeah, yeah)
I got the scope in the Rov'
(Yeah, yeah)
Jack, jack boys
I money, money, pocket, pocket
Money, money
Block got, block got
Money, money
And the power
I'm gone
