DJ Khaled, Birdman, Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar, Mack Maine - B-Boyz lyrics

Aight, this record right here
Is featuring the future!
Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar
One time for the West Coast! (Olympicks)
Philly, what's up?

Yeah, it's We The Best! It's YMCMB!
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment!
(Olympicks)

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
Nigga, 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 musta 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 'til 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 fool? Big money!

Okay nigga, riding in a May-B
And I'm probably with Baby
Don't talk nigga, 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 Levis
Boy I swear this nigga 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 nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga 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 nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga
Fishing on the fishscales
Nose diving for them hundreds
Strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been
Shining 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, nigga
It’s like, jail was third base
And my lil' nigga 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 niggas down
Boy like a kickstand (Young Money)
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Lil’ nigga finish puberty
Grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly
On Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of
Miami in a red Porsche me and Stunna fly
We should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas
The fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from
People with crack habit's
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 is how we do it
We ain't never gon' stop either (Olympicks)