DJ Khaled Ft Birdman, Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar & Mack Maine – B-Boyz Lyrics

This track, produced by The Olympiks, was originally on Birdman and Mack Maine’s mixtape Billionaire Minds, hosted by DJ Khaled and DJ Folk. On June 26, 2012, Birdman released the song on iTunes as his own single with Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar, Ace Hood, and DJ Khaled being credited as the song’s featured artists. A version of the song with a different intro and no outro was featured as a Deluxe Edition track for DJ Khaled’s 2012 album Kiss the Ring.

B-Boyz Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft Birdman, Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar & Mack Maine

[Intro (Billionaire Minds): DJ Khaled]
Aight, this record right here is featuring the future!
Ace Hood, Kendrick Lamar
One time for the West Coast! (Olympicks!)
Philly, what’s up?

[Intro (Kiss the Ring): DJ Khaled]
Yeah, it’s We The Best!
It’s YMCMB!
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment!
(Olympicks!)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Talk about it, make ’em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like it’s livin’ on life support
I license everything in my wallet
Lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga, play yo’ part or parallel park yo’ ego
Next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I’m one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it
Or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a ‘Lac with a MAC
In the back of a ‘Lac with a latch on the back
Of the trunk, hit a punk in the back with the pump
In the back ’til he’s off balance
And I’m back in the front of the front of the future
When you are mentioning talent
And I’m back in the back of the block
With a cop, wanna cop anybody’s allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch with a block
Or whatever and cut, no cut, mo’ guns, mo’ guts, fuck boy
You fucked up twice, you fucked considerin’ you drownin’
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip head first smilin’
Cr-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin’
On you bitches, TDE, YMCM, big business, bitch!

[Interlude: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Birdman, what they do, big dawg?
Mack Maine, what’s crackin fool?
Big money!

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga, riding in a May-B, and I’m probably with Baby
Don’t talk nigga, fuck you, pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay, big money on this side
100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe, money getting too high
Dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I’m living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on ’em
Anything I drive I own ’em, bad bitch and that ass ain’t normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up, she deep in a coma
I’m super paid, two shows a day
My Rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do, Bird? My fuckin’ brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don’t believe me, I make it look easy, easy, outta control
[Interlude: Birdman]
Just like that boy
Death forbids honor, ya understand me?
Dedication, respect
Fully loaded, yeah

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fishscales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]
Ya know, that time is money
And money still was made baby
Eight months ain’t stop nothing, nigga
It’s like, jail was third base
And my lil’ nigga still came home, ya understand? Yeah

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I’m from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up, damn, they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand (Young Money!)
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam
Lil’ nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket
Amen

[Outro (Billionaire Minds): DJ Khaled]
Shout out to the YMCMB bosses
Birdman, Slim, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine
One time for that boy Cortez, aka Tez!
This is how we do it
We ain’t never gon’ stop either
(Olympicks!)