Doughboy Roc - 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'm getting this bag on with only 2 buddies I f**ed a lot of hoes, it's a couple that love me I'm puttin' food on the table, how the f** can you judge me? If the boy movin' stove then I'm grabbing the caine f** n***as that can't get it, no mercy for lames I'm tryna feel a little joy, I done felt so much pain n***as will double-cross you for personal gain [?] might have to stop and pause Three weeks Better check my background, facts on facts A couple trips down the way and I got racks on racks n***a all I know is boy life, all I know is girl life [?] boy price Boy, you lying 'bout hitting the road with them O's Middle finger to the FED's 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 leg toes, stretch each gram Gotta mix it with the sh**, we do the packs with the spoon Doctor mask on my face cause it's foggy in the room Yeah I still f** with trees but I keep that blow [?] cause I'm terrified of ever going broke You ain't cashing out sh**, you just talking me to deaf b**h I'm often at the set, a n***a cross me then it's d**h On a chill day it's rocks sagging in a pair of Prada's No closing or closet, just narcotics and choppers Work moving on the block while I'm at Benihana's Boy and caine got a n***a living better than doctors I'm a blow investor and I pa**ed 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 a 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 b**h flood money You fake n***as y'all never get no love from me I'm so crispy, all the b**hes wanna rub on me And leave out that b**h 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 rush sh** like Russell b**hes I don't trust 'em I might come quick, if you don't like it girl f** you Outfit custom Hit the club crushing 2 G's on the buckle Tatting on the knuckles Hoes I gotta cop 'em but I never cuff 'em I just f** 'em and dump 'em I never love 'em Had to let her know she better dig it like a shovel Too much work tryna fit this b**h up in my schedule Hit the blunt, take some shots girl get on my level Now head down with my Gucci's on the pedal [Hook: Doughboy Clay] Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain Boy and 'caine Popping bottles and making it rain