Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ace Hood, Birdman, Kendrick Lamar, Mack Maine
Album:  Kiss the Ring *
Song:   B-Boyz
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

* iTunes bonus track; originally appeared on the Birdman & Mack Maine mixtape "Billionaire Minds"

[DJ Khaled]
Yeah, it's We the Best
It's Y.M.C.M.B.
One time for Top Dawg Entertainment

[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 living on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part, or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I must have 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 a pump in the back till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future where you are mentioning talent
And I'm back in the back of the block where the cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G, watch with a Glock or whatever hand-cut, no cup, more guns, more guts
Fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fucked considering you drowning
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, backflip, headfirst, smiling
Cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on styling
on you bitches, T.D.E., Y.M.C.M.B. bidness bitch

[Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Birdman, what they do big dog?
Mack Maine, what's cracking folk?
Big money

Okay, nigga riding in a Maybie, 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, hundred grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe, money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levi's
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 Berg? My fucking 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, out of control

[Birdman]
Just like that boy
Death forbids honor, you understand me?
Dedication, respect, fully-loaded, yeah

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangster, get it how we get it
3rd 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 fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I've been before
Higher than we ever been, shining on them twenty-fours
Junior doing time hoe
On the grind hoe, while he doing time hoe

[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, 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 ciphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to B.P., Thugga, Flow and Fayle, 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, what 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