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DOPE BOYS ACADEMY
T.I., T-Pain, Jeezy, 2 Chainz
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Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)
Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)
Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)
Parking lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)
Oh boy (Oh boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)
We gettin' money (Gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
Okay, every day in the trap, you can find me (Yup)
The starter code dick, the true suits and the Nike (Amiri)
Gold chain, diamond Danes on the Chevy sittin' behind me (Look)
Cazal, Cartier, Louis V, I know the prices (Uh-huh)
And what's even more enticin', I got it for lower prices (I do)
Krimpetine, shawty, I can beat the store prices (Ayy)
And now we need some boiling water and some baking soda
And a couple J's, we get to rollin' and we takin' over (What?)
We gettin' paid on the daily, the hustle is all we know (All we know)
Like if they come and raid today, then fuck it, we gotta go (Fuck it)
Took a trip and met the plug, he dropped the Geronimo
I sold it fast, told his bitch, "Grande ma," abominable
Do it for Frank Matthews, Rich Porter and Scooter
Would've had a bright future if they could've quit sooner
Now when we count a hundred racks, we dedicate this shit to 'em
If they was alive now, we'd take this shit to 'em, I'm sayin'
Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)
Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)
Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)
Parking lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)
Oh boy (Oh boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)
We gettin' money (Gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
It's the man, the myth, the motherfuckin' legend (Dolph)
Drive the 3.5 like a motherfuckin' sedan (Skrrt)
I'm talkin' so much white, kitchen lookin' like it's heaven
Glad bags and the scale, gas stove on hell
And when it lock up, it turn to rubber band color (Damn)
We gettin' money over here with some rubber band lovers (Yeah)
Pyrex make a circle like a CD, nigga
Whole thing solitary, they in PC, nigga (Ah)
Mr. Work That Fork until my hands shake
That's a quarter million dollar worth of pancake
Couple million on the floor like a kingsize nigga
Put them halves on the scale 'til the beam tired (Ooh)
Louisana chicken, I ain't talkin' Popeyes
Know what you got left, nine wings, four thighs
Hundred fifty at a time, that's a program
Anybody wanna build a snowman? Ayy
Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)
Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)
Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)
Parking lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)
Oh boy (Oh boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)
We gettin' money (Gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
Fifty dollar slab, I made one-twenty off of it
That was way before I was sippin' cough syrup
Monaco, I turned that to a Rolls Royce
Put a hole in a nigga the size of a golf course
And I keep bands on me like it's a concert
Backseat recline like it's a lawn chair
Yellow chinchilla look like it's blonde hair
My lady got a fat ass, leave my palm there
Tony give 'em hell (Hell)
Tony got turkey bags, Tony got scales (Scales)
Tony got clientele, pocket full of bail
Lot of land at the crib, motherfucker got trails, yeah
Jet skis on the lake (Lake)
Trespass, I'll throw a tree in your face (Face)
I'ma vent like it's a C and an eighth
I'm a dope boy, blowin' weed in your face
Tony
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