D-Boyz - Rich Boy

Money, cars, clothes, hoes,

motherfuckin diamond on ma motherfuckin toes

shooted in you bank trick sniff it up your nose

Dope man slammin dem cadillac doors

Still Money, cars, clothes, hoes

crackagator shoes wit da big bank roll

I’m da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it

dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted

who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy…)

who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy…)

who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy…)

(yea) da mothafuckin d-boy, (D-boy…) (yea) da mothafuckin d-boy (D-boy…)

to ma niggas in da hood wit dere mouth fulla rock

da boi on da block still runin from da cop (wieoup wieoup)

dope in da sock watchin fo da polic

tattoos wit da jewrl and da gold teeth

err day he in da kitchen wit da

cuz da project taught him how to make bricks

yea he let it cook till it rock hard

even tho he kno he might get locked up (brrgiiiiiiiiiiiiing)

in da cell cuz somebody might care

iz niggas doin time fo illegal drug sell

wit no fare callin home from da prison phone

and u da nigga dat ain’t even find a go phone

we get fucked by da damn govament

cuz dey da one movin all da white shit (white shit)

fo da boy tryin to get up off da dope game

hurry up cuz dey comin thru da door man

who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy…)

who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy…)

who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy…)

(yea) da mothafuckin d-boy, (D-boy…) (yea) da mothafuckin d-boy (D-boy…)

Fresh white tee wit da fresh white sneak

rollin thru da hood in a ol skool fleek

nigga he in da hood err body wanna be

da boy wit da tee why da hatin on me

we slangin hard cuz we couldn’t get a job

i drop outta skool but am still street smart

around hurr we ain’t playin wit da boi scout

cuz nigga rop in da drought wen da doper

by da grak house waitin fo da next thang

tryna make thang leavin of da hood dream

from da dope wit da powder and da coccaine

da dope man da nigga wit da street thang

shooted up da thang thru it out your nose

its all about the Money, cars, clothes, hoes

da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it

dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted (get it)

Money, cars, clothes, hoes,

motherfuckin diamond on ma motherfuckin toes

shooted in you bank trick sniff it up your nose

Dope man slammin dem cadillac doors

Still Money, cars, clothes, hoes

crackagator shoes wit da big bank roll

I’m da reason why niggas gotta get up and get it

dope man ice wit da shirt and da fitted

I did it fo ma boyz in on street tryna eat (tryna eat)

dem boyz in dis game tryna make it err week (err week)

street team makin money wit da team (wit da team)

serve it to da dope beam fo da tripple beam

stay up on your grind get your money den shine

Is alotta drug deala doin hard time

I dedicated to ma boyz dat dey still in

And to ma niggaz dat would neva see da street again

who da nigga rollin thru da hood errr body wanna see (D-boy…)

who da nigga in da hood all da yung one wanna be (D-boy…)

who da fine ass hoe wanna fuck who dey wanna suck (D-boy…)

(yea) da mothafuckin d-boy, (D-boy…) (yea) da mothafuckin d-boy (D-boy…)