D Boy

[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]

Come on Nah!

Just downed 700

This bitch ain't got no worries but every time I put it on, make a bitch get out her shirt

One line cost 100, that's if you want that purp

I got Actavis and Sprite, I might mix it up in church

I'ma just keep it 100

My niggas like to drill but no Bob The Builder shit when I say drill they like to kill

I'm stuntin' while I'm swerving

1200 for my shoes we ain't stressing over here, lil nigga this shit's cool

It's strange how we be getting it

Stay changing up on niggas

See me at 1 o'clock by 2 o'clock it's some different

You see me with that Glock finna plot on a bitch nigga

I got eyes on all these niggas 'tryna play like they some killers

My chopper got a knife

Don't mean no disrespect but catch you looking at me wrong, I'm gon' put it in your chest

These hoes want me to rest

But I can't got no chill, and that's 'prolly the reason these hoes 'wanna give me neck...bitch!

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)]

Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands

If you ain't talking money I'ont understand

(I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand

East side, west side what you reppin'?)

I'm a D Boy

(Real D Boy

Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy)

Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy

(Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy)

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

My young nigga got bands

His mama got that work too

All we know is get the money, motherfuck a curfew

I just tell him be a man don't let nobody hurt you

Always remember teenagers can put in dirt too

The young niggas got brick money

Talk that shit money

Icy wrist money

Pay for the hit money

How I came out nobody pocket I just get money

That fuck your bitch money

Pay rent money

I got dope money this ain't 50 Cent money

I just bought my plug a Phantom thanks for what you did for me

Tell him [?] this that give this to your kids money

Think about it this that "you know what it is" money

I'm at the titty bar, leaning on a dirty Sprite

Thinking to myself which one of these hoes coming home tonight

I do what I want to do

No I don't know wrong from right

You on that broke nigga shit? That's that shit I don't like

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)]

Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands

If you ain't talking money I'ont understand

(I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand

East side, west side what you reppin'?)

I'm a D Boy

(Real D Boy

Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy)

Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy

(Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy)

[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]

We invented saying chicken these niggas just wanna copy

I'm all Balenciaga's my bitch she off the Versace

My ex bitch keep calling she hotter than a tamale I got niggas on the block, they hotter than some wasabi hit the club with Young Buck

We cause a fucking tsunami

A nigga got mad so I told the bouncer to bounce him

It ain't like I'm a bitch, this jacket cost me some thousands if this bitch get a rip, I'm turning up to a thousand

All lot estate, I'm pouring lean on a mountain

Aid and lemonade that's why I'm leaning and drowsy

You ain't got no money but eating out at Katanas run my check up when it got me repeated from Coney Island

And after that bitch I got Tempur Pedic with them diamonds bought a chain, told them let the fucking diamonds sink inside it

ShredGang with me yeah we all with the violence ya'll lil niggas through this bitch acting like some minors...bitch

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)]

Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands

If you ain't talking money I'ont understand

(I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand

East side, west side what you reppin'?)

I'm a D Boy

(Real D Boy

Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy)

Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy

(Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy)