500 Wayz lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
n*ggas 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 burglars
But we know you givin' up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that's a perfect fit
n*ggas wanna hate on a slick Money Makin' Mitch
Love takin' pus*y n*ggas hoes and give 'em the D
OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a b*tch
Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to b*tches
Evil n*gga with them killers, know my ma religious
All my b*tches lickin' pus*y with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah, a three, they my f*ckin' triplets
I ain't f*ckin' with them lame hoes, that look suspicious
But I'm f*ckin' with the main ho that look delicious (Yeah!)
Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, give that b*tch the business

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that b*tch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug
Smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pus*y, n*gga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Know who got the bud? Who givin' it up?
Got them shooters in the cut
Say the word, we f*ck the party up
Throw that money up (Up), yeah, that b*tch a dub
f*ckin' with a plug, goin' up, we gon' f*ck the party up
[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
I'm turnt up and they know that (Yeah), poked up like Funk Flex (Yeah)
Four-five in that twelve back when I'm posted up in that four hat (Yeah)
We ain't sneak dissin', they gon' rap, kill a n*gga, they go rap (They do)
Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch (Mwah, yeah)
Give it to 'em, n*gga, if you really want it (If you really want it)
b*tched poppin’ hella pills, hit me in the mornin'
Ha, a n*gga lyin' 'bout theyself (Ha, ha, ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout they got some killers, n*gga, dyin' by theyself (Yeah, ah!)
You say we from the same hood, where I see you at? (Where you at?)
And I ain't never seen movin' in a hoover hat (What you say, n*gga?)
Ha, switchin' sides, just confused 'cause you famous (Ah, ah)
We all OG, n*gga, tell me what his name is (Switch that sh*t up)
Get your weight up, lil' n*gga, I'm pushin' four place
And still puttin' big drugs on the interstate
No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out (Ah)
n*ggas need to pass me the light, that's my house (Woah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that b*tch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug
Smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pus*y, n*gga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Know who got the bud? Who givin' it up?
Got them shooters in the cut
Say the word, we f*ck the party up
Throw that money up (Up), yeah, that b*tch a dub
f*ckin' with a plug, goin' up, we gon' f*ck the party up
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack '80s
Still got the plug on it, get your four in the baby
Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my n*gga HoodyBaby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back Mercedes
Yeah, I'm all about a check, still reppin' Tex
Still rep the set, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
Fifty in these Balmains, just a youngin' from the lanes
Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the mollys with the Xans
Yeah, I'm stingy with the Act', keep a red from my b*tches
She gon' pop a half a Perc', I'm on that evil on a Skittle
Let the tongue go to work, play the pus*y like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that b*tch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug
Smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pus*y, n*gga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Know who got the bud? Who givin' it up?
Got them shooters in the cut
Say the word, we f*ck the party up
Throw that money up (Up), yeah, that b*tch a dub
f*ckin' with a plug, goin' up, we gon' f*ck the party up