B-Boyz

Composed by：J. James

Talk about it make 'em talk about

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

Nigga play your part or parallel park your 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 the 'Lac

With a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back

'Till 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 in the back in the back of

The block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block he watch for the block

Or whatever

And cut no cut more guns more guts

**** boy you ****** 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 ******* TDE YMCMB business *****

Ace Hood

Ace Hood

Birdman what they do big dawg

What they do big dawg

Mack Maine what's crackin fool

What's crackin fool

Big money

Okay nigga riding in a May-be

And I'm probably with baby

Don't talk nigga **** you pay me

Intercept your ***** like Bailey

Okay big money on this side 100 grand

For the whip my ***** drive

Need a new save money getting too high

Dead presidents all in my Levis

Boy I swear this nigga be swagging

And I'm living lavish

Might cop me an Aston Martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em bad *****

And that a*s ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her

Beat it up she deep in a coma

I'm super paid 2 shows a day

My rollie gold no time to waste

What it do Berg my ******* 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 nigga got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me

I make it look easy easy out of control

Just like that boy

Death forbids honor ya understand me

Dedication respect

Fully loaded yeah

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 pearly rug nigga flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti nigga fishing on the fish scales

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

Ya know

The time is money and money still was made baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

It's like jail was third base and my

Lil' nigga still came home ya understand

I'm from the hood where ******* 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 niggas down boy like a kickstand

Get off my nuts stop acting like a ***** fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty grow ya own d**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 niggas the **** 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