Doughboyz Cashout – Boy And Caine Lyrics | New Today Lyrics

[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’m getting this bag on with only 2 buddies
I f*cked a lot of hoes, it’s a couple that love me
I’m puttin’ food on the table, how the f*ck can you judge me?
If the boy movin’ stove then I’m grabbing the caine
f*ck niggas that can’t get it, no mercy for lames
I’m tryna feel a little joy, I done felt so much pain
Niggas will double-cross you for personal gain
Stepping to her, might have to stop and pause
Three weeks [?]Better check my background, facts on facts
A couple trips down the way and I got racks on racks
Nigga all I know is boy life, all I know is girl life
Found out he was [?] 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 leg toes, 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 f*ck 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 nigga cross me then it’s death

On a chill day it’s rocks sagging in a pair of Prada’s
No closing or closet, just narcotics and choppers
Work moving on the block while I’m at Benihana’s
Boy and caine got a nigga 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 a 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 niggas 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 rush shit like Russell
Bitches I don’t trust ’em
I might come quick, if you don’t like it girl, f*ck you
Outfit custom
Hit the club crushing
2 G’s on the buckle
Tatting on the knuckles
Hoes I gotta cop ’em but I never cuff ’em
I just f*ck ’em and dump ’em
I 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 head down with my Gucci’s on the pedal[Hook: Doughboy Clay]Boy and ‘caine
Popping bottles and making it rain
Boy and ‘caine
Popping bottles and making it rain