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

Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)

Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)

Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)

Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)

Parking lot stuntin'

Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)

Oh boy (Oh boy)

Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)

We gettin' money (Gettin' money)

You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys

Okay, every day in the trap, you can find me (Yup)

The starter code dick, the true suits and the Nike (Amiri)

Gold chain, diamond Danes on the Chevy sittin' behind me (Look)

Cazal, Cartier, Louis V, I know the prices (Uh-huh)

And what's even more enticin', I got it for lower prices (I do)

Krimpetine, shawty, I can beat the store prices (Ayy)

And now we need some boiling water and some baking soda

And a couple J's, we get to rollin' and we takin' over (What?)

We gettin' paid on the daily, the hustle is all we know (All we know)

Like if they come and raid today, then fuck it, we gotta go (Fuck it)

Took a trip and met the plug, he dropped the Geronimo

I sold it fast, told his bitch, "Grande ma," abominable

Do it for Frank Matthews, 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 this shit to 'em

If they was alive now, we'd take this shit to 'em, I'm sayin'

Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)

Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)

Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)

Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)

Parking lot stuntin'

Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)

Oh boy (Oh boy)

Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)

We gettin' money (Gettin' money)

You fuckin' 'round with them dope boys

It's the man, the myth, the motherfuckin' legend (Dolph)

Drive the 3.5 like a motherfuckin' sedan (Skrrt)

I'm talkin' so much white, kitchen lookin' like it's heaven

Glad bags and the scale, gas stove on hell

And when it lock up, it turn to rubber band color (Damn)

We gettin' money over here with some rubber band lovers (Yeah)

Pyrex make a circle like a CD, nigga

Whole thing solitary, they in PC, nigga (Ah)

Mr. Work That Fork until my hands shake

That's a quarter million dollar worth of pancake

Couple million on the floor like a kingsize nigga

Put them halves on the scale 'til the beam tired (Ooh)

Louisana chicken, I ain't talkin' Popeyes

Know what you got left, nine wings, four thighs

Hundred fifty at a time, that's a program

Anybody wanna build a snowman? Ayy

Me and my niggas gettin' money (Gettin' money)

Fuckin' with the dope boys (Dope boys, yeah)

Droppin' in the trunk (In the trunk)

Swervin' lane to lane in them dope toys (Dope toys, yeah)

Parking lot stuntin'

Every time they see us, they say, "Oh boy" (Oh boy)

Oh boy (Oh boy)

Oh, we gettin' money (Gettin' money)

We gettin' money (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

Monaco, I turned that to a Rolls Royce

Put a hole in a nigga the size of a golf course

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, leave my palm there

Tony give 'em hell (Hell)

Tony got turkey bags, Tony got scales (Scales)

Tony got clientele, pocket full of bail

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'ma vent like it's a C and an eighth

I'm a dope boy, blowin' weed in your face

Tony