OH BOY

[Intro: DJBJ 3525 & Kash Doll]

See, they been askin' where I been at (Uh)

Bitch, I been busy

Nigga, I don't be playin' them games

Man, I'm still one phone call away (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

But you can tell 'em we back

Matter fact

Let 'em know we never left

Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]

My friend group compared to yours is different kind of bitches

It's two types, one who talk money and who get it

This ain't the same roll from last night, 'cause I spent it

My pointers so big, they keep fallin' off my pendant

Dior 1s, twelve-thousand each shoe

Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool

The rest of my life I gotta live by one rule

Remind myself every day not to dress like you

Y'all ain't makin' no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy?

Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy

What should I drive today? The Bentley or the Rolls-Royce?

I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist

Spillin' Perrier, somebody get a mop

It got borin' in a mansion, started sleepin' on a yacht

You ain't used to havin' motion, only livin' off the clout

It's some hoes that's gon' play with you, but me? I will not (I can not)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]

Ayy, all my bitches thick as Keisha and they got cash (And they got cash)

Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast

I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Chaz

When I leave the house, I know for sure I got my Mag' (Bah)

I love to ice my bitch out, she ice me out too (Ice me out)

Youngest nigga in the city playin' drop coupe (Huh?)

Catch an opp with his bitch, she get shot too (Fah-fah-fah)

Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do (What that boy do?)

Bitch, I get cash

Find the opp block? Spin his shit fast (Skrrt)

Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (Skrrt)

Catch an opp in a fish bowl, make his shit crash (Fah-fah-fah)

Put a bitch on him, she gon' put him in a trick bag

Me, I got a big bag (Huh?)

All my bitches come with good pussy and a big ass (Huh?)

Spend the 'bow money, all the show money get stashed (Huh)

Point me to a big body Benz I can just crash, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 3: Baby Money]

Oh boy, I done jumped inside my bag and zipped it up

First dream was a mil', damn near touched it, wasn't enough

I told you way before we fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love

See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us

We stretch shit, know I'm him, you should've never left, bitch

I bought my bitch a X6, that shit got my ex sick

It ain't just my wrist and fingers, bitch, you know my whole neck lit

Add myself to an account like this shit was Netflix

Don't fuck with me

Tied our heart together, bitch, you stuck with me

She should sign to G-Unit, her kit worth a buck-fifty

Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches

Prayed to a shootin' star, but he ain't make enough wishes

I'll boot up, suit up, come right in the house

I'll DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth

The snow fall in the city, so I'm flyin' 'em south

If he hidin' in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy

[Verse 4: Cash Kidd]

He woke up with a .223 in his dread

He gon' reap what he sow, the chop shoot needle and thread (Brrt)

You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag

I treat his bitch like a tampon and leave her on read (Leave her on read)

She was dreamin' 'bout the dick, damn near peed in the bed

Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felisha and Craig (Felisha and Craig)

Hit his bitch, now I got permanent seats in his head

Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread

Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (Ayy)

Bought my bitch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson

Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket

All these fuckin' poles like I'm photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy (Nigga, hold up, ayy)

Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo

But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks, take me a solo

Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo

He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K-Ci & JoJo

[Verse 5: RiskTaker D-Boy]

They like, "Why you start rappin'? He done served the whole city"

My bitch in school for nursin' and still on the road with me (Let's go)

Turn around for fifty pros, 'bout to burn a hole in me (Uh-huh)

If he short me on that bread, I'm gon' burn a hole in him (Brrt)

I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (Let's go)

Niggas started, now they finished (Finished)

Niggas started, then I finished (Finished)

I did it on my own, I ain't borrow niggas' image (Nah)

I was on the block mixin' rock like a chemist (Whippin')

Got the fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (Okay)

I be passin' out testers every day like it's Christmas

Dope talk, give it to my straight, fuck the code talk

First off, don't never ask me how much a fuckin' 'bow cost

Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like, "I don't know dog"

I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog

A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga, no fraud

And y'all can't get no boy around this bitch 'cause we don't know y'all