[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 getting the bag gone with only 2 buddies
I fucked a lot of hoes, it's a couple that love me
I'm puttin' food on the table, how the fuck can you judge me?
If the boy movin' slow, then I'm grabbin' the caine
Fuck n***as they 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
Slapping too hard, might have to stop and pause
Three weeks, one phone, I threw a block and ball
Better check my background, facts on facts on facts
Couple trips down the way and I got racks on racks on racks
N***a, all I know is boy life, all I know is girl life
Found out he was perpin' when he told me 'bout his boy price
Why you lying 'bout hitting the road with them Os?
Middle finger to the Feds 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 lactose, stretch each gram
Gotta mix it with the shit, we do the packs with the spoon
Doctor mask on my face cause it's foggy in the room
Yeah, I still fuck with trees but I keep that blow
And the coke cause I'm terrified of ever going broke
You ain't cashing out shit, you just talking me to deaf
Bitch, I'm often at the set, a n***a cross me then it's death
On a chill day it's Rocks sagging in a pair of Pradas
No clothes in the 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 passed 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 off 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 bitch flood money
You fake n***as y'all never get no love from me
I'm so crispy, all the bitches wanna rub on me
And leave out that bitch 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 run shit like Russell
Bitches I don't trust 'em
I might come quick, you don't like it, girl, fuck you
Outfit custom
Hit the club and crush 'em
2 Gs on the buckle
Tatted on the knuckles
Hoes, I got a couple, but I never cuff 'em
I just fuck 'em and dump 'em
I'll never love 'em
Had to let her know she better dig it like a shovel
Too much work, tryna fit this bitch up in my schedule
Hit the blunt, take some shots girl get on my level
Now, her head down with my Guccis on the pedal
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
Boy and 'caine
Popping bottles and making it rain
Boy and 'caine
Popping bottles and making it rain