500 Wayz Chris Brown (Ft. Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[Verse 1: 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 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 nigga 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

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
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
Know 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 (Up), yeah, that bitch a dub
Fuckin' with a plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up