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[Verse 1: Chris
wanna bang in the squad, don't wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, of fame, better murder then
See the chopper, too big, you can see the doctor surgery
Mask, identify the burglaries
But we know you givin' up the information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, a perfect fit
Niggas wanna hate on a slick makin' mitch
Love takin' niggas hoes and givie 'em the D
OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a
Real paper, I ain't gotta lie to bitches
Even niggas with them killers my ma religious
All my bitches lickin' pussy with intentions
Roll the dice, yeah 3, my fuckin' triplets
I fuckin' with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I'm fuckin' the main hoe that look delicious
Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give bitch the business

[Hook: Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah that a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the
all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, up, we gon' fuck the party up

2: Young Blacc]
I'm turnt up and they know that, poked up like Flex
45 in that 12 back and I'm up in that 4 hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga go rap
'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch
Give it to a if you really want it
Bitch and appeals, hit me in the mornin'
Ha, a nigga lyin' by
I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin', by theyself
You say we from the same hood, I see your hat
And I ain't never movin' in a hoover hat
Ha, switchin' sides, you confused 'cause I'm
We all OG nigga, me what his name is
Get your weight up lil nigga, I'm pushin' 4
still puttin' big drugs on the interstate
No name, knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
Niggas need a pass the light niggas, my house

Chris Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah that a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty
Who got the Who givin' it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, bitch a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' the party up

3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole supreme, grew up in the crack 80's
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the
Out the mud, bustin' with my nigga Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to 'cedes
See I'm all about the check, still Tex
rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young'n from the
Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the with the Xans
And I'm stingy with the Act, keep the red from my
We gon' pop a half a Perc, I'm on that, on a Skittle
And the gon' work, play that pussy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your all in the pillow

[Hook: Chris
Rollin' up the bud, that bitch a dog
Yeah, we the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty
Who got the Who givin' it up?
Got them in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, bitch a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we fuck the party up