Ya Boy was given his name by his cousin Bailey, and was helped to develop into a rap artist by his other cousin San Quinn. In the Summer of 2005, Ya Boy released his first solo mixtape, Future of The Franchise, and it sold 10,000 copies in the first month alone. This was to be followed up by his debut album, Rookie of the Year. His album features E-40, Turf Talk, Clyde Carson of The Team, San Quinn and more. The first single off the album was produced by Rick Rock and is titled "Step Ya Game Up."
In 2006, Ya Boy began an affiliation with The Black Wall Street. The Game took him under his wing and the two began to network. His affiliation with Game brought him a step higher in the rap game, as he began to collaborate with big name producers such as JR Rotem, Nu Jerzey Devil and Scott Storch to name a few. Pop star Britney Spears' ex-husband Kevin Federline, aka [artist[K-Fed[/artist], called upon Ya Boy's talent for writing, and had him ghost write for his debut album Playing With Fire.
Ya Boy makes a cameo appearance in the 1996 crime film Mad Dog Time.
Make My Money Double
Ya Boy Lyrics
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I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
Yo, bricks of the white
Pounds of the purp
And for the right price, come around to the turf
We don't keep tucked outside with the work
I strap it on a bitch make her fly with the work
Ya boy want 17-5 for the work
23 in the south take a ride with the work
Fuck what you heard, I'm a grind till it hurt
Knock on wood, I get caught won't say a word
We call it a brick, they call it a bird
We call it a corner, they call it a curb
I got a hotline, you can call for the herb
Mathematics with a addicts, you can call me a nerd
I don't get money nigga, that is absurd
I passed it like magic, then ball like Byrd
You can find me in the hood from the first to the third
Goin hard for them clear diamond stones and infirms
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
That's only 10 bricks
Coulda swore I saw more
I chop em all up, you can call soft ***
I got white galore
So, my money comin more
Bank America know, my accounts are offshore
Why have a girlfriend when I can have yours
The boy so fly, got butterfly doors
Lord knows the hores love Bentley exhaust
So I got mine, all black, fresh from the store
Fresh out the door, pimping like Fylmore
Slim tell her sprint till her feet get sore
And if it's raining bitch you walk between the rain drops
Then get a nigga dough till you see the rain stop
Keep quiet nigga, you ain't gotta name drop
The tech, different snitches, they all the same cops
We call a half, different mother, same pops
Different cover but it still the same cars
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
And cracks in the walls got packs in the drawers
My bitch enter the door, the gat and the bra
Half these niggas that got a gat in their drawers
Behind closed doors with the captain and sarge
I'm might be on the block with the sack in my balls
UPS if the package is large
Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law
Then the money appears the next day like voila
I'm tryin to double up
Nigga I tell you what
My creme makes the fiends jump like double dutch
The black lambo float like a rubber duck
Precise game, every bitch want some of us
But I'm all about the cash, all about the paper
The money see me now so the hoes see me later
If flippin's a crime, I down for the caper
That's why I got the ride's inside alligator
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
The song βMake My Money Doubleβ by Ya Boy is a rap track discussing the rapperβs lifestyle involving money, drugs, and women. The lyrics depict the rapperβs involvement in the drug trade, which is evident through the mention of blocks, white, work, price, and state-to-state flights. The lyrics also describe the rapperβs relationship with women, where the ladies love him for the way he touches dough and his extravagant lifestyle.
The song is an illustration of the dark side of the American Dream, where money is the ultimate goal, and individuals may resort to illegal means to achieve it. The lyrics point towards several illegal activities, including drug dealing, money laundering, and gang violence. Ya Boyβs message seems to be endorsing this type of lifestyle by promoting these activities as ways to make quick money.
Overall, βMake My Money Doubleβ is a song that portrays the rapper's love of money and his willingness to do whatever it takes to get wealthy. However, it also depicts the consequences of that lifestyle, such as violence and broken relationships with loved ones.
Line by Line Meaning
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
Women are attracted to my ability to handle money, therefore,
I'm on the block trying bump more
I'm selling drugs on the street and trying to make more profit,
I can't help the way I stunt though
I can't help but show off my wealth and success,
I'm trying to make my money double
My goal is to double my earnings,
I'm in the street with the white
I'm selling cocaine in the streets,
I got the work and the price
I have the drugs and the price for them,
State to state, taking flights
I travel from state to state by plane to sell my drugs,
All day and all night
I work non-stop to make money.
And cracks in the walls got packs in the drawers
I hide my drugs in the walls and drawers of my place,
My bitch enter the door, the gat and the bra
My girlfriend enters the house with a gun and wearing a bra,
Half these niggas that got a gat in their drawers
Half of these men who carry guns in their pants,
Behind closed doors with the captain and sarge
They meet with the authorities in secret,
I'm might be on the block with the sack in my balls
I could be selling drugs on the street with drugs hidden in my pants,
UPS if the package is large
If the package is big, I ship it through UPS to avoid detection,
Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law
I send it to Mississippi, breaking the law,
Then the money appears the next day like voila
The money from selling the drugs appears the following day,
I'm tryin to double up
I'm trying to make twice as much money,
Nigga I tell you what
Let me tell you,
My creme makes the fiends jump like double dutch
My product makes drug addicts excited and willing to pay more,
The black lambo float like a rubber duck
My black Lamborghini looks flashy and impressive,
Precise game, every bitch want some of us
I have a precise drug-selling technique that makes women attracted to me,
But I'm all about the cash, all about the paper
However, my main goal is to make money,
The money see me now so the hoes see me later
I'm showing off my wealth to attract women,
If flippin's a crime, I down for the caper
If selling drugs is a crime, I'm willing to take the risk,
That's why I got the ride's inside alligator
That's why I have alligator leather seats in my car.
Contributed by Elizabeth P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
JDMKiiD420
YB goes so hard!!! I would think there would be WAAYYY more views on dis shit.
BCredneck white
i cant belive this only has under 2000 views, wtf people ya boy is tha shit.
Nacho Varga
BOSS!