文本歌词

500 Wayz - Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Young Lo/Young Blacc
Written by：Young Blacc/Young Lo/Chris Brown
Niggas 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
Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin' mitch
Love takin' p**sy niggas hoes and givie 'em the D
OHB it ain't nothin' for me to buy a b**ch
Real paper I ain't never gotta lie to b**ches
Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious
All my b**ches lickin' p**sy with good intentions
Roll the dice yeah 3 they my f**kin' triplets
I ain't f**kin' with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I'm f**kin' with the main hoe that look delicious
Ni**a they get sticky sticky give that b**ch the business
Rollin' up the bud yeah that b**ch a dog
Yeah we know the plug smokin' all the drugs 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the p**sy ni**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**k the party up
Throw that money up yeah that b**ch a dog
F**kin' with the plug goin' up we gon' f**k the party up
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 ni**a this gold rap kill a ni**a then go rap
Talkin' 'bout that draco one phone call that's a snatch
Give it to a ni**a if you really want it
B**ch coppin' and appeals hit me in the mornin'
Ha a ni**a lyin' by theyself
I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin' 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 ni**a tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil ni**a I'm pushin' 4 place
It's still puttin' big drugs on the interstate
No name that's knock out pea brains wanna glock out
Niggas need a pass the light niggas this my house
Rollin' up the bud yeah that b**ch a dog
Yeah we know the plug smokin' all the drugs 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the p**sy ni**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**k the party up
Throw that money up yeah that b**ch a dog
F**kin' with the plug goin' up we gon' f**k the party up
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' drugs with my ni**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 sex 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**ches
We gon' pop a half a perc I'm on that even on a skittle
And the tongue gon' work play that p**sy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt have your face all in the pillow
Rollin' up the bud yeah that b**ch a dog
Yeah we know the plug smokin' all the drugs 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the p**sy ni**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**k the party up
Throw that money up yeah that b**ch a dog
F**kin' with the plug goin' up we gon' f**k the party up