Lil’ Wayne – I’m A Dboy Lyrics

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 tho

And the fuckin seats cracked

I’m a d-boy

Bitch I’m a d-boy

Ho I’m a dopeboy

I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys

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 dopeboy

I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys

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 5 in thet 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 sadan

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 nuthin to a boss

The niggaz in the hood tryina floss and ya head gotta cost nigga

Take a loss nigga

SS five five all black with the top chopped off dat

Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at

I ain’t tryin to prove nuttin I’m jus tryin to move somen

See we cookin’ up a thousand grams

I’m in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans

Triple color with the platinum jam

50 birds homeboy in the back of a van

A hundred grand in rubberbands

We got them birds in the coffee cans

We got the whips wit the extra clips

Got bitches outta state niggaz flippin them bricks

Been in the caddy been in the alley

Nigga been on the block

Right in front of mrs gladdies (?)

Nigga know bout hustlin’

Know bout stuntin

Did the curb servin shyned every summer (Biatch)

Been on front, been in the back

Nigga roll wit ducktape and ride wit the mac

We see these haters like fuck them niggaz

We made men millionaire hustlin our nature

8 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 Bently sittin’ low as I wait for ya

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 niggaz lame ducks

Ya prolly get ya game up when I’m givin the game up

My name wayne what

Hot boy flame up

You niggaz tryin to change up and I’m gettin my change up