DOPE BOYS ACADEMY (feat. T-Pain, Jeezy & 2 Chainz) 歌詞

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, parking 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, you can find me (yup) The starter coat, Dickies, troop suits in the nineties (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 enticing, I got it for lower prices (I do) Christmastime, shawty, I can beat the store prices (bitch) Man, all we need is some boiling water and some baking soda And a cup of J, we get to rollin', then we taking over (ha) We getting 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, parking 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 (haha) I'm talking so much white, kitchen looking 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 (haha) 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 till the beam tied, nigga (woo) Louisana 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, parking 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 Fifty dollar slab, I made one-twenty 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 it's 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 Jet-skis 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 8 I'm a dope boy, blowing weed in your face (toni) (Hey)