OHB - 500 Wayz lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] n***as wanna bang in the squad, don't wanna put the work in Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery Mask, can't identify the burglaries But we know you givin' up the confidential information Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that's a perfect fit n***as wanna hate on a slick money makin' mitch Love takin' p**y n***as hoes and givie 'em the D OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a b**h Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to b**hes Even n***as with them k**ers know my ma religious All my b**hes lickin' p**y with good intentions Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my f**in' triplets I ain't f**in' with them lame hoes that look suspicious But I'm f**in' with the main hoe that look delicious n***a, they get sticky sticky, give that b**h the business [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that b**h a dog Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the d**, 'bout to buy the club k**in' all the p**y, n***a, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f** the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that b**h a dog f**in' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' f** the party up [Verse 2: Young Blacc] I'm turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex 45 in that 12 back and I'm posted up in that 4 hat See this n***a, this gold rap, k** a n***a then go rap Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch Give it to a n***a if you really want it b**h coppin' and appeals, hit me in the mornin' Ha, a n***a lyin' by theyself I'm talkin' 'bout n***as who k**in', dyin' by theyself You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat And I ain't never seen movin' in a hoover hat Ha, switchin' sides, you confused 'cause I'm famous We all OG n***a, tell me what his name is Get your weight up lil n***a, I'm pushin' 4 place It's still puttin' big d** on the interstate No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out n***as need a pa** the light n***as, this my house [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that b**h a dog Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the d**, 'bout to buy the club k**in' all the p**y, n***a, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f** the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that b**h a dog f**in' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' f** the party up [Verse 3: Young Lo] Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80's Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby Out the mud, bustin' d** with my n***a Hoody Baby Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back 'cedes See I'm all about the check, still reppin' Tex Still rep the s**, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet 50 in these Balmains, this a young'n from the lanes Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the mollys with the Xans And I'm stingy with the Act, keep the red from my b**hes We gon' pop a half a Perc, I'm on that, even on a Skittle And the tongue gon' work, play that p**y like a fiddle Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow [Hook: Chris Brown] Rollin' up the bud, yeah that b**h a dog Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the d**, 'bout to buy the club k**in' all the p**y, n***a, get your bodies up All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we f** the party up Throw that money up, yeah, that b**h a dog f**in' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' f** the party up