I'm A DBoy
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'em
Black hat (yeah), black shades (yeah)
Black diamonds (yeah), oh, behave (Haha)
No, he can't with the bucket seats back
Got the paint job dope and the fucking seats crack
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

Thinking of a master plan
I get money, but I'm thinking of a faster plan
I'm tryna cash it in
I got five in that garbage can
And the wrap Saran, I need cash advance
See, I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot-ass fucking sedan
Windows rolled down, no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listening for shit but sirens
I ain't tryna get to my ship sunk, fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nothing to a boss
The niggas in the hood tryna floss and your head got a cost, nigga
Take a loss, nigga, SS 55 all-black with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryna prove nothing, I'm just tryna move something

I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone (yeah, nigga)

See, we're cooking up a thousand grams (thousand grams)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (with the pots and pans)
Triple color with the platinum jams (the platinum jams)
Fifty birds, homeboy, in the back of a van (bitch)
A hundred grand in rubber bands (in rubber bands)
We got them birds in the coffee cans (in the coffee can)
We got the whips with the extra clips (yeah, nigga)
Got bitches outta state, nigga, flipping them bricks (flipping them bricks)
Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (uh-huh)
Nigga been on the block (yeah), right in front Miss Gladys (right in front Miss Gladys)
Nigga know about hustling ('bout hustling), know about stunting ('bout stunting)
Did the curb-serving (yeah), shined every summer (bitch)
Been on front, been in the back (yeah, nigga)
Nigga, roll with duct tape and ride with the MAC (pow, bitch)
We see these haters like, "Fuck them niggas" (like, "Fuck them niggas")
We're made-men millionaire, hustling our nature

I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

8 A.M., open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at 9
Yeah, I'm cooking breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah
Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sitting low as I wait for you
I'm getting dough, I'm a paperboy
I will take you for the right paper, boy
I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up
Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, ha
Get your cake up, y'all niggas lame ducks
You probably get your game up when I'm giving the game up
My name Wayne, what? Hot Boy, flame up
You niggas tryna change up and I'm getting my change up

I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power
I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy
I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys




I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block
I got the money and the power, I'm gone

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics of "I'm A DBoy" by Lil' Wayne, the artist describes his life as a successful "DBoy" or "Dope Boy," slang for a drug dealer. He raps about his luxurious lifestyle and the dangers that come with the illegal business. He starts by detailing his appearance which shows his wealth, wearing a black hat, shades, and diamond jewelry. He speaks about driving an expensive car with a customized paint job, but with the seats cracked. He then repeats the chorus multiple times, emphasizing his status as a successful drug dealer with money in his pocket, block, and power.


In the following verse, Lil' Wayne talks about his plan to make money through selling drugs, stating that he has a "masta' plan." He mentions the importance of handling and dealing with different types of drugs and how he hides his money in different places like his garbage can or wrapped in plastic. He talks about his expensive cars, but the music is usually too loud to play with the bass from the stereo system drowning it out. He is always aware of police car sirens and, with his vast experience, knows how to avoid getting in trouble with the law. He shows no mercy towards his enemies or people who try to pose a threat to his business, especially "jack-boys" or people who steal drugs from drug dealers. He concludes by indicating that he is always on the move, trying to make more money.


In the final verse, Lil' Wayne discusses his life with his partner. They are both drug dealers who live a risky lifestyle. He expresses his gratitude for the success they have achieved but also illustrates the dangers they face every day. Despite this, he is always willing to take risks to make more money. He talks about his partner, what she does to make money is not clear, but he mentions that she prepares breakfast for him and his crew. He reveals that his partner also deals with drugs, indicating that they are both in the same illegal business. He concludes the song reiterating the chorus once again.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah
Acknowledging someone or something


OK I'm strapped
Carrying a firearm


Get 'em
Encouraging someone to attack


Black hat, black shades, black diamonds oh behave
Wearing black accessories made of diamonds


No he can't with the f***in' seats back
Other people are not allowed to sit back in his car


Got the paint job dope
The paint job on his car is very flashy


In the f***in' seats cracked
The seats in his car are damaged


I'm a d-boy
He is a drug dealer


B**** I'm a d-boy
He reiterates that he is a drug dealer


Ho I'm a dope boy
He is a drug dealer


I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys
He has a rifle scope in his Range Rover to defend against thieves


I got money in my pocket
He has cash in his pocket


I got money in my block
He has money in his neighborhood


I got the money in the power
He has control of the money in his drug dealing operation


I'm gone
He is leaving the conversation or leaving a place


Thinkin' of a masta' plan
He is thinking of a master plan for his drug dealing operation


I get money but I'm thinkin' of a fasta' plan
He wants to make money quicker and more efficiently


I'm tryin' to cash it in
He is trying to turn his drugs into cash


I got five in the garbage can and the wrap saran
He has five drugs wrapped in saran wrap in a garbage can


I need cash advance
He needs cash in advance for his drugs


See I know three sold
He knows three drugs have already been sold


The other two a jam
Two of his drugs are not selling well


I'm a sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
He plans to wait on one drug and sell as much of the other as he can


Hot a** f***in' sedan
He has a very nice sedan


Windows rolled down no sound
He is driving quietly


Them bricks got the speakers drowned
The sound of his bricks is louder than his speakers


I ain't listening for s*** but sirens
He is only listening for sirens to avoid getting caught


I ain't tryin' to get to my ships sunk, f*** you pirates
He does not want to get caught or robbed by other drug dealers


I'll touch you cowards
He is not afraid to hurt other people


It ain't nothin' to a boss
Being violent does not affect him, as he is a boss


The n****s in the hood try'na floss and ya head gotta cost n****
Living an expensive lifestyle in his neighborhood can get you killed


Take a loss n****
He is willing to lose some drugs to avoid being caught


S-S five five all black with the top chopped off that
He has a black car with the top chopped off


Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
He hangs out in places where there is gunfire


I ain't tryin' to prove nothin' I'm jus' tryin' to move somethin'
He does not need to prove himself, he just wants to sell drugs


See we cookin' up a thousand grams (thousand grams)
He is cooking one thousand grams of drugs


I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (pots and pans)
He is cooking drugs with pots and pans


Triple color with the platinum jam
His drugs are colored and mixed with platinum


50 birds homeboy in the back of a van (b****)
He has 50 kilograms of drugs in the back of a van


A hundred grand in rubber bands (rubber bands)
He has $100,000 wrapped in rubber bands


We got them birds in the coffee cans (coffee cans)
He is hiding drugs in coffee cans


We got the whips wit the extra clips
His cars are equipped with extra ammunition


Got b****es outta state n****s flippin' them bricks (flippin' them bricks)
He has girls selling drugs out of state


Been in the caddy been in the alley
He has been in a Cadillac and in alleys selling drugs


N**** been on the block
He has been selling drugs on the street


Right in front of Mrs. Gladis
He has been selling drugs in plain sight of residents in his neighborhood


N**** know bout hustlin'
He has experience selling drugs


Know bout stuntin'
He knows how to flaunt his wealth


Did the curb servin' shined every summer (b****)
He sold drugs from the curb and shines every summer


Been on front, been in the back
He has sold drugs from the front and back of buildings


N**** roll wit' duct tape and ride wit' the mac
He carries duct tape and a Mac-10 firearm


We see these haters like f*** them n****s
He hates his enemies


We made men millionaires, hustlin's our nature
He and his associates have made many other drug dealers millionaires, as hustling is part of their nature


Eight A.M. open my eyes
He wakes up at 8 AM


Yeah kick my b**** tell her open the blinds
He tells his girlfriend to open the blinds


And I'm, over the stove at nine
He starts cooking drugs at 9 AM


Yeah I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
He is cooking drugs for the neighborhood and breakfast for his girlfriend


Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
He and his girlfriend snort drugs in the bathroom before leaving


Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn)
His girlfriend uses drugs more than he does


Y'all pray for her
He jokingly tells others to pray for his girlfriend


While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her
He waits for his girlfriend in his Bentley at the bus station


I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper-boy I will take ya
He is making a lot of money selling drugs and can pay for things


For the right paper-boy I will take her
For a large amount of money, he will let others be with his girlfriend


Shake her, tape her, waist up
He would restrain his girlfriend if she tried to leave him


Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
He sends his girlfriend to deal drugs while he sleeps


Get cha cake up
Get your money up


Y'all n****s lame ducks
He insults his enemies


Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up
His enemies will be better when he stops dealing drugs


My name Wayne what
He introduces himself as Wayne


Hot boy flame up
He is hot and flamboyant


You n****s tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up
His enemies are trying to adapt, while he is making a lot of money


Chorus
Refrain of the song




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones, Eric Barrier, William Griffin

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alecia


on Lollipop

good song

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