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" 500 Wayz "
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 burglars
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' pussy niggas hoes and give 'em the D
OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a bitch
Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to bitches
Evil niggas with them killers, know my ma religious
All my bitches lickin' pussy with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah, a three, they my fuckin' triplets
I ain't fuckin' with them lame hoes, that look suspicious
But I'm fuckin' with the main ho that look delicious (Yeah!)
Licky, licky, sticky, sticky, give that bitch the business
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
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 fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up
I'm turned up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 back and I'm posted up in that four hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap
Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch (Yeah)
Give it to a nigga if you really want it
Bitched poppin' hella pills, hit me in the mornin'
Ha, a nigga lyin' 'bout themselves
I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin', dyin' by themselves
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
Ha, switchin' sides, just confused 'cause you famous
We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil' nigga, I'm pushin' four place
It's still puttin' big drugs on the interstate
No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
Niggas need to pass the light niggas, this my house
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
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 fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack '80s
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back Mercedes
See I'm all about the check, still reppin' Tex
Still rep the set, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a youngin' from the lanes
Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the Mollies with the Xans
And I'm stingy with the Act', keep the red from my bitches
We gon' pop a half a Perc', I'm on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon' work, play that pussy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow
Rollin' up the bud, yeah, that bitch a dub
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club (Yeah!)
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up (Yeow!)
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 fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dub
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up
" Thank You "
Man, y'all don't know what y'all do for me
You see, without y'all, none of this would matter
I mean none of it
So I say thank you, listen
Out the gate I got it started off right
Daddy told me (Son), "You ain't gotta beat around the bush" (For sure)
Deep inside I feel you, Lord (Number one)
I've come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (Yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you popped me with the rulers
I didn't understand (No, no) but I do now (Now)
It's out of love for your Christopher
I just wanna thank you
You're more than just a friend, with me 'til the end
It's not official without a thank you
I thank you, Lord, I praise you, Lord (Nothing without you)
I'm nothing without you
I just wanna thank you (Thank you, Lord)
From my heart right to my soul (Huh) my CD to my show
You make a difference, that's why I thank you (Thank you)
I owe it all to you (Nobody else), oh, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks, but with all due respect (Uh-huh, for sure)
There's some people I can't forget as I grow
I'ma definitely do my best to reach out to the kids
Homies on the block, citizens (My homies)
Hustlers on lock, what it is
The music bizz won't stop or change me
East Coast, I wanna thank you (Tappahannock, Virginia, aight)
West Coast, I wanna thank you (Oh, oh, I owe it all to y'all)
Dirty South I wanna thank you (For sure, oh)
Midwest, stay up 'cause I just wanna thank all y'all (Stay up, keep y'all head up)
I just wanna thank you (Yeah, yeah)
You've been more than just a friend, with me 'til the end (Always)
It's not official without a thank you (Y'all mean so much)
You mean so much to me (For real, I promise)
I just wanna thank you, oh, yeah (On God)
And Jesus, and Jesus, ha, what a friend I have
Thank you, oh-oh (Yeah, let's go)
Oh, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks
When the song is over, it ain't the end (It ain't over, no)
I'm coming back to you to do it again (Na-na-na-na-na, no)
I'm loyal to the game so we're gonna win (Gonna win)
This is it! Ha ha
(You and you and you and you and you and you)
Yeah (Ha ha), I'd like to thank y'all tonight (Thank you, you know, woo)
For coming out (Thank you)
I love you, ladies, chilling with me (Ha ha, for sure, you know it)
All my fans (All my heart, yup), I love y'all (That's real)
All them haters, I love y'all too 'cause y'all making me do it more (Ha ha)
(You and you and you and you and you and you)
Uh-huh, my family (Thank you)
Especially my mom (Thank you, I love you, ma)
I love y'all, last but not least God (Number one, always)
'Cause I just wanna thank you
You're more than just a friend, with me 'til the end
It's not official without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (Thank you), you know who you are (Yes)
When I'm on the road, stay committed (Yes)
Thank you, oh-whoa (For sure, ha)
Oh, whoa-whoa (Say yeah, on God)
I just wanna say thanks for you
(For you and you and you and you and you and you)
You've been there for me when nobody was (Come on, uh-huh, yes)
I gave you praise (For looking out)
Thank you, yeah, you mean so much to me (My Lord and savior, Jesus Chris)
I don't know what to do
I just wanna thank you
(For you and you and you and you and you and you)
From my heart right to my soul, CD to my show (For looking out)
You make a difference that's why I thank you
I love y'all, oh, I really love you
Oh, I, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks, ha ha
Uh
" Pull Up "
I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah)
All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord)
These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high)
I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
When I pull up on ya (get it, get it)
When I pull up on ya, yeah (get it, get it)
When I pull up on ya, on you (get it, get it)
Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah)
Oh, I may be the wrong one now
But it's the right time, oh
You're such a good girl (yeah)
But I know you got a bad side (mm, I know that you bad)
Oh, come slide, I fill your door (fill your door)
Girl, take off all your clothes (your clothes)
Don't make me wait too long (long)
Once I get that, just know
When I pull up on ya (yeah, you know that's me)
When I pull up on ya, yeah (yeah, get it, that's me)
That's when I pull up on ya, on you (yeah, yeah, my bad, on you, yeah)
Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah)
It don't matter if she black or Caucasian (Caucasian)
Cocaina, my boricuas and them Persians (Persians)
A couple ling lings, I fuck with the Asians (Asians)
My Nigerian, African girl can shake it (shake it)
When I pull up on ya (when)
When I pull up on ya (oh yeah, baby, pu-pu-pull up)
When I pull up on ya (on you, you)
Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah)
When I pull up on ya (when I pull up on you)
When I pull up on ya (woo, ooh)
When I pull up on ya (when I)
Oh, girl, you know it's on, yeah (oh yeah)
" I Don't Die "
[Joyner Lucas:]
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woooo!
Mind your motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see (Buck, buck, buck)
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me (yeah, yeah)
And my niggas mobbin' deep, hoe, I'm a fuckin' prodigy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain't that hard to see
Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die
[Joyner Lucas:]
B-b-bad to the bone
Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad 'til they ass be alone
Now you back in the cold
And I'm laughin' at every single fag who didn't want me on half of they songs
It was that from the go
Just a bunch of little spoiled fuckin' bastards, every single one would laugh at my joke
Nigga, pass the Patrón
I think I'ma go and drink until I pass out and then fall in the back of the Rov' (Raah)
A Ménage on my mind (Ayy)
I've been on my grind (woo)
Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain't on my side (yeah)
I cut all my friends off then say, "Y'all ain't on my vibe"
And it's so much more to life than drinkin', party all the time, whoa (Woo, woo, woo)
This gon' last a lifetime (Lifetime)
No more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
I text Jaden Smith and told that nigga he a icon (Icon)
Don't get shit fucked up just 'cause I ain't got no ice on
Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time
I'm like, where the hell you been at?
I've been doin' this since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at (Buck, buck, buck)
Always in trouble, 'cause I was never learnin' nothin'
Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks (Brap, brap)
And all that been sleepin' on me, fuck it, where the bed at?
'Cause I've been strugglin', tryna be on top but them other niggas
Blind for me, but fuck it, it really doesn't mean nothin'
If their music ain't really cuttin' it they get hit with the galick gun (Buck, buck, buck)
One day y'all gon see me (See me)
I make shy look freaky (Freaky)
I make dry look greasy (Woo)
I make hard look easy (Easy)
I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe
Now I'm all on TV, hoe (Woo)
Mind yo motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see (Buck, buck, buck)
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? (Buck, buck, buck)
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me (yeah)
I don't want to hear no sorry's, bitch, fuck your apology
I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain't that hard to see
I don't wanna get to know you, no please, don't say hi to me
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me (Buck, buck)
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die
[Chris Brown:]
That's why a nigga ride with a weapon
Better that than me lyin' on a stretcher
Gunshot (Pow, pow, pow!)
Applyin' all the pressure
Potato on the chopper
Shootin' through the pillow, blood on the feathers (buck, buck, buck)
Rollin' dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s (Woo)
Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil
Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better
Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend (buck, buck, buck)
Yeah, I'm on a weed high, dehydrated
Her booty fuckin' skin-tight, Levi made it (Yeah, yeah)
Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable
Keep my cards in my pocket, never put 'em on the table (Woo)
Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her navel
Do what I say, don't give me no ultimatum
Ride around or die, get your life taken
Shit, already went half on a baby (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
All these broke bitch ass niggas
Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin' get a bag (Woo)
How you fuckin' 25 with your first car?
I got 10, that's why them niggas mad (Hey)
Why you wanna hate on progress? (Woo)
Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (Jheeze)
Nigga, why you wanna eat off my check? (Hey)
That's some weird ass shit, you suspect (Hey)
That's a weird ass bitch, don't trust that (Woo)
Shut the hell up, a nigga ain't done yet (Hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book so run that (Hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride in the sunset (Hey)
Layin' on the Westside, hit Sunset (Hey)
Backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (Hey)
Bullet with ya name on it, if you want that (Buck, buck)
[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die
" Ballin "
K-Mac
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
G-gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, Cee-Lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch)
Throw 'em by the 100s, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits)
Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches
Prolly one out of a 10 in California I ain't hit
Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit
Hold our jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, ha ha
Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin'
I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath
Melt your fuckin' face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire
Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
I'm rollin' at 250, speedin' me, my nigga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho
Bunch a bad bitches, too tired, tell 'em bitches what to do (Do)
It's Young Money 'til the death bed
If anythin', we the best and it's probably this
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick