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DOPE BOYS ACADEMY
2 Chainz
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Hey, me and my niggas gettin' money (we gettin' money)
You fuckin' with the dope boys (dope boys, yeah)
Drop it in the trunk (in the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (dope toys, yeah)
Uh, parkin' lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh, boy" (oh, boy)
Oh, boy (oh, boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (gettin' money)
You gettin' money? (Gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
Okay, any given day in the trap, you can find me (yup)
The starter coat, Dickies, troop suits in the '90s (real)
Gold chains, Dana Dane's on the Chevy sittin' behind me (look)
Cazals, Cartiers, loads of yay', I know the prices (uh-huh)
And what's even more enticin', I got it for lower prices (I do)
Christmastime, shawty, I can beat the store prices (bitch)
Man, all we need is some boilin' water and some bakin' soda
And a cup of J, we get to rollin', then we takin' over (ha)
We gettin' paid on the daily, the hustle is all we know
Like, if they come and raid today, then fuck it, we gotta go
Took a trip and met the plug, he dropped it, Geronimo
I sold it fast, told his ass, "Grande mas, vámonos"
Do it for Frank Matthew, 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 the shit to 'em
If they was alive now, we'd take the shit to 'em, I'm sayin'
Hey, me and my niggas gettin' money (we gettin' money)
You fuckin' with the dope boys (dope boys, yeah)
Drop it in the trunk (in the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (dope toys, yeah)
Uh, parkin' lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh, boy" (oh, boy)
Oh, boy (oh, boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (gettin' money)
You gettin' money? (Gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
It's the man, the myth, the motherfuckin' legend (drip)
Drop the three-point-five, brought back a motherfuckin' seven
I'm talkin' so much white, kitchen lookin' like it's heaven
Glass bags and the scale, gas stove on hell (hell)
And when it lock up, it turn to rubber band colors
We gettin' money over here, we some rubber band lovers (yeah)
Pyrex make a circle like a CD, nigga
Whole thing solitary, they in PC, nigga
Mr. Work-That-Fork until my hand shake, nigga
That's a quarter million-dollar worth of pancake, nigga (damn)
Couple million on the floor like a king-size, nigga
Put them halves on the scale 'til the beam tied, nigga (whoo)
Louisiana chicken, I ain't talkin' Popeye's (nah)
Snow, what you got left? Nine wings, four thighs (damn)
A hundred-fifty at a time, that's the program, nigga (nigga)
Does anybody wanna build a snowman, nigga? (Hey)
Me and my niggas gettin' money (we gettin' money)
You fuckin' with the dope boys (dope boys, yeah)
Drop it in the trunk (in the trunk)
Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (dope toys, yeah)
Uh, parkin' lot stuntin'
Every time they see us, they say, "Oh, boy" (oh, boy)
Oh, boy (oh, boy)
Oh, we gettin' money (gettin' money)
You gettin' money? (Yeah, gettin' money)
You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys
50-dollar slab, I made 120 off of it
That was way before I was sippin' cough syrup
Monte Carlo, I turned that to a Rolls-Royce
Put a hole in a nigga, size of a golf course (bah)
And I keep bands on me like it's a concert
Backseat recline like it's a lawn chair
Yellow chinchilla look like its blonde hair
My lady got a fat ass, I leave my palm there
Toni give 'em hell (hell)
Toni got turkey bag, Toni got scale (yeah)
Toni got clientele, pocket full of bales
Lot of land at the crib, motherfucker got trails, yeah
Jetskis on the lake (lake)
Trespass, I'll throw a tree in your face (face)
I'm a vet' like it's a C and a eight
I'm a dope boy, blowin' weed in your face (Toni)
Hey