B-Boyz (feat. Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar, Ace Hood & DJ Khaled)

DJ Folk

A'ight, this record right here is featuring the future!

Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar

One time for the West Coast! (Olympicks!)

Philly, what's up?

Talk about it, make 'em talk about it

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless like it's livin' on life support

I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

****, play yo' part or parallel park yo' ego next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I must've won that from anybody who had it, or better yet, forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a MAC in the back of a 'Lac with a latch on the back

Of the trunk, hit a punk in the back with the pump in the back till he's off balance

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch with a block or whatever and cut, no cut

Mo' guns, mo' guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fucked considerin' you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip head first smilin'

Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, TDE, YMCM, big business, bitch!

Ace Hood

Birdman, what they do, big dawg?

Mack Maine, what's crackin', folk?

Big money!

Okay ****, riding in a May-B, and I'm probably with Baby

Don't talk ****, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey

Okay, big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new safe, money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levi's

Boy, I swear this **** be swagging, and I'm living lavish

Might cop me an Aston Martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up, she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, two shows a day

My Rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do, Bird? My fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber

Young ****, got a lot of flows

Any **** don't believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control

Just like that, boy

Death forbids honor, ya understand me?

Dedication, respect

Fully loaded, yeah

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it

Third Ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter

Hand Persian rug, ****, flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti, ****, fishing on the fish scales

Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we ever been, shinin' on them 24's

Junior doing time, ho

On the grind, ho, while he doing time, ho

Ya know that time is money and money still was made, baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing, ****

It's like, jail was third base

And my lil' **** still came home, ya understand? Yeah

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us

I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

Man, I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers

Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy

My flow Lucifer, I spit hell, boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my **** down, boy, like a kickstand (Young Money!)

Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch, fam

Lil' ****, finish puberty, grow ya own dick, damn

I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch (To what?)

To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche

Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force

Stand up ****, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from making money from people with crack habits

To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen

Shout out to the YMCMB bosses

Birdman, Slim, Lil' Wayne, Mack Maine

One time for that boy Cortez, aka Tez!

This how we do it

We ain't never gon' stop either

Olympicks!