Boy And Caine

Lyrics

[Hook: Doughboy Clay] Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain [Verse 1: Doughboy Roc] She left when I was broke, I was ridin' in a cutty Now, I getting the bag gone with only 2 buddies I fucked a lot of hoes, it's a couple that love me I'm puttin' food on the table, how the fuck can you judge me? If the boy movin' slow, then I'm grabbin' the caine Fuck niggas they can't get it, no mercy for lames I'm tryna feel a little joy, I done felt so much pain Niggas will double-cross you for personal gain Slapping too hard, might have to stop and pause Three weeks, one phone, I threw a block and ball Better check my background, facts on facts on facts Couple trips down the way and I got racks on racks on racks Nigga, all I know is boy life, all I know is girl life Found out he was perpin' when he told me 'bout his boy price Why you lying 'bout hitting the road with them Os? Middle finger to the Feds that be snatching my bros [Hook: Doughboy Clay] Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] I get the blow hard, break it down to sand Hit it with the lactose, stretch each gram Gotta mix it with the shit, we do the packs with the spoon Doctor mask on my face cause it's foggy in the room Yeah, I still fuck with trees but I keep that blow And the coke cause I'm terrified of ever going broke You ain't cashing out shit, you just talking me to deaf Bitch, I'm often at the set, a nigga cross me then it's death On a chill day it's Rocks sagging in a pair of Pradas No clothes in the closet, just narcotics and choppers Work moving on the block while I'm at Benihana's Boy and 'caine got a nigga living better than doctors I'm a blow investor and I passed out testers Since the old heads schooled me, life been a lil' better I'm living in the 'burbs My neighbor is a white girl She some big lawyer, I pro'd up off white girl [Hook: Doughboy Clay] Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain [Verse 3: Kiddo] Hit the titty bar and make that bitch flood money You fake niggas y'all never get no love from me I'm so crispy, all the bitches wanna rub on me And leave out that bitch without a slug on me Tomorrow make it double I show you how to hustle A skinny boy with muscle The skinny boy will bust you I run shit like Russell Bitches I don't trust 'em I might come quick, you don't like it, girl, fuck you Outfit custom Hit the club and crush 'em 2 Gs on the buckle Tatted on the knuckles Hoes, I got a couple, but I never cuff 'em I just fuck 'em and dump 'em I'll never love 'em Had to let her know she better dig it like a shovel Too much work, tryna fit this bitch up in my schedule Hit the blunt, take some shots girl get on my level Now, her head down with my Guccis on the pedal [Hook: Doughboy Clay] Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain