Lil Wayne - I'm A Dboy (Feat Birdman) Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Birdman)
Album: Tha Carter II
Year: 2005

[Intro – Lil Wayne]
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

[Chorus – Lil Wayne]
I’m a dboy
Bitch I’m a dboy
Ho I’m a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money on my block
I got the money in the power
I’m a dboy
Bitch I’m a dboy
Ho I’m a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket
I got money on my block
I got the money in the power
I’m gone

[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Thinkin’ of a master plan
I get money but I’m thinkin’ of a faster plan
I’m tryin’ to cash it in
I got 5 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’ 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 niggas in the hood tryna floss and ya head gotta cost nigga
Take a loss nigga
SS five-five all black with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain’t tryin’ to prove nuttin’, I’m just tryin’ to move somethin’

[Verse 2 – Birdman]
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 (bitch)
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 niggas 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’ shined every summer (biatch)
Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll with ducktape and ride with the mac
We see these haters like fuck them niggas
We made men millionaire hustlin’ our nature

[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 cooking 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 Bentley 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
Getcha cake up
Y’all niggas lame ducks
Ya probably get ya game up when I’m givin’ the game up
My name Wayne what
Hot Boy flame up
You niggas tryin’ to change up and I’m gettin’ my change up