I'm a D-Boy

[Intro] Yeah, Ok I'm strapped Get 'em Black Hat, black shades, black diamonds Oh Behave No he can't with the fucking seats back Got the paint job coke And the fucking seats cracked [Refrain] 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 and the power [Verse 1] Thinking of a master plan I get money, but I'm thinking of a faster plan I'm trying to 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'mma 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 listening for shit but sirens I ain't trying to get to my ships sunk, fuck you pirates I'll touch you cowards It ain't nothing to a boss The niggas in the hood trying to floss and your head gotta cost, nigga Take a loss nigga SS 55, all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at I ain't trying to prove nothing, I'm just trying to move something [Hook] [Verse 2 - Birdman] See we cooking up a thousand grams I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans Triple color with the platinum jams 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 with the extra clips Got bitches outta state Niggas flippin' them bricks Been in the Caddy, been in the alley Nigga been on the block Right in front of Miss Gladys Nigga know bout hustlin' Know bout stuntin' Did the curb-serving, shined every summer Been on front, been in the back Nigga roll with duct tape and ride with the Mac See these haters like, "fuck them niggas" We made men millionaires, hustlin' our nature [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] 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-an ounce Y'all pray for her While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sitting low as I wait for her I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper-boy, I will take you 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 Getchya cake up Y'all niggas lame ducks You probably get your game up when I'm giving the game up My name Wayne, what Hot boy flame up You niggas trying to change up and I'm getting my change up