In Love With The Bitches lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[Chris Brown:]
Your envy is tall, my niggas livin' right
You mad cause we can pop bottles every fuckin' night
Poppin' them pills when we chill, for real
Smokin' straight gas, I'mma see you in another life
Bitch I'm blunted, just look in my eyes, I won't fuckin' lie
Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin', I'm about to slide
OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side
And when I get that pussy, you gon' blame it on the liquor, right?
When you gon' let a real nigga live?
Cause ain't nothin' for me to call up a side bitch
Girl, let a lightskin nigga get up in them ribs
And you can bring your girls, promise I won't fuck them bitches
Damn, you been frontin' on that all night
I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
She want relationship and I was willin' to pay that tuition
Fuckin' up her decision but I'm in love with the bitches

Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

[Young Lo:]
I swear I love all these bitches, especially the freak hoes
Line 'em up and knock 'em down like freethrows
Swear I'm young Will, hit 'em with the steal, leave that pussy killed
Lick that kitty, I should leave a hoe bill
Yeah I'm ballin' on point, like it's a million mattress
Wake up every mornin', different bitches in the mansion
Models gettin' high, throwin' whips up in the attic
My nigga burnt out, got these hoes [?]
And we gon' throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles
Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, call me sloppy papi
Swervin' in the newest foreign, ridin' with the carbon
Poppin' your bitch, nigga, I don't even need to call 'em

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

[Young Blacc:]
Let let, let a real nigga hit it
Make Magnum make sales, only real niggas fitted
Got her walkin' limp cause I gave her the business
Come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister
Slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night
Back to the crib, might eat her cause it's date night
Throwin' bitches texts and tryna give a nigga threesomes
Henny dick goin' so I might as well beast 'em
My niggas be winnin', my side bitches be trippin'
I put that dick in her stomach and then I take 'em to dinner
I'm just playin' to save her, take my strap on the road
I mean what I say cause I love these hoes

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

Other Side lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)

[Chris Brown:]
The man war war
What you say? What you say?
What you say nigga?
The man war war

If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Inch:]
Them boys some punk, them man get me vex
They ain't bad akh, they just got a bad reflex
About war with war, they can't test with S
That button won't press, the man don't press
Bloodclart, I mix the dope with the bloodclart
A wah da bloodclart, bare jawns and in this bloodclart
Look pon me face, my yute
Just can't drop out my zoot, my yute
Gunshot right out the boot, my yute
Look pon my shoe dem my boot, my yute

[Sleeks:]
They don't want war
Brap brap, beat up your car
Gang gang on the M way
Man done shut down anywhere fast
Grass, treezy
I'm in Amsterdam gettin' weedy
Whip the work up with Breezy
Still up in the ends, can't see me
Get it in, get it gone
Trap, break a brick with my back
Trapstar but I rap
Got a alleyway full of cats
They don't want war
Them man, they're all talk
Take man's girl on tour
Why you think that she's airin' your calls?

[Chris Brown:]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Littlez:]
They ain't 'bout it, they ain't tarkin'
Move the food like a market
Bro bro with a rare tat
Brap brap in the rocket
Big strap like a car seat
Young dog, you might bark him
We the boys from the back streets
Tell a boy to move cautious
They don't want war
Tell your mate better be calm
Back it out and they back down
Lift the weight, get a pack gone
Trap yard with a bad jawn
On the strip, fuck a lap dance
Ask bro, everything's calm
Your girl wanna take a chance

[Swift:]
See a peng girl, yo wagwan
Gang gang, girl I ain't no stank
Take the packs, laugh like ha
Take the what, and left the war
Skrrt skrrt, jump out doors
Uh uh, you don't want war
Bumbaclart, mix it with the rough
Them girl just wanna do talk

[Chris Brown:]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Deepee:]
Uh, I'm with Double 0, I don't need no pass
No cuffin' hoes, the homies dem pass
She suck it whole but might speak with class
Granny titties, them man they're soft
The savage in me, he better not laugh
Get the package empty, them rented cars
Amnes' comin' in plenty
Book me, I be cookie scented
Cause I do the stage and shut down with squa
I'm not sayin' I'm Esco Bar
But I rap hard and I really let go bars
Foreign jawns in my section yard
I'm not a star, but I did guest on far

[Chris Brown:]
I'm spendin' money cause a nigga never had it
In my dreams, turnin' niggas into addicts
Top shotta, got the chopper sittin' right under the mattress
The shot out from the gauge of the rusty, but nigga fuck practice
I don't really talk on the phone when I move them things
See them feds, the location change
AKAs are the major pain
Bitch niggas want all the money and fame
But I'll never tell them 'bout the package
Who am I? Bitch, I'm a savage
All of your bitches fanatics
Make the work, do a back flip, I'm doin' gymnastics

If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[HoodyBaby:]
Coca Cola, my sponsor
Do the math, do the numbers
All my trap goin' bonkers
Play with me, we gon' stomp ya
We suggestin' a turf war
Want respect, you gotta work for it
Word around that the feds on me
I been sellin' dope at my merch store
Plant the seed, watch the earth grow
Play with me, watch your girl go
Kidnappin' can't fix that
6 bricks, that's a 6 pack
2 piece, that's a Kit-Kat
We take the work, we don't get taxed
HoodBaby, my paper good
In the neighborhood where my Crips at

Erday lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. French Montana)

[French Montana:]
Talkin' every night
All my dogs gettin' lit, talkin' every night
Juicin' my body

[French Montana & Chris Brown:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain't come from singin', every night
We be too lit, you know we goin' crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock 'n rollin' baby, every night

[French Montana:]
Ridin' through the city, we be straight, 12 o'clock
Yeah, all my niggas Gucci, I ain't talkin' 'bout Guwop
Yeah, all we rock is Gucci, watch me, watch the watch
Yeah, hit up AOD, tell 'em gon' get 'em molly

[Chris Brown:]
Bangin' out the bottle, got me loosed in the Goose
Baby, you should be the driver cause I'm gon' let it roof
You a pretty, little lady, fuck the devil outta you
I'm about to roll the dice, daddy need some new shoes

[French Montana & Chris Brown:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain't come from singin', every night
We be too lit, you know we goin' crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock 'n rollin' baby, every night

[Chris Brown:]
Wanna take your body down, fine little motherfucker
Want it right now, bitch you know I ain't a sucker
Think she off that angel dust but I ain't for complainin'
I know that pussy dangerous but I can't let you win
She wobble it, wobble it
She poppin' that pussy, she all on the pole
Droppin' it, droppin' it
I'm throwin' this money all on the floor
What you tryna do in the bedroom?
Cause we don't be playin' no games
Cause that pussy be fuckin' my head up
I gave her everythin'

[French Montana:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night

Section One Hundred Billion lyrics -Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Famous Fresh, HoodyBaby, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[HoodyBaby:]
I don't know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I'm too legit
I'm the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin' us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin' 'til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin' shots

[Inch:]
Pull up with the OH, I mean war
I mean war, big rass war
Big rass that will lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad

[Young Lo:]
If these niggas talkin' reckless, see 'em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon' respect us
Mob ties, yeah I'm heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I'm mobbin' with the Section
Out here ballin' since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin'
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin' through the whole class session

[Swift:]
Trap money, I'm a trapper
My young boy wants a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that's the hammer
Count grand to my nana's
Sucky sucky, from hatters

[Deepee:]
I ain't ina the passa (passa)
If I clutch a bruck, you go back up
Get me down, I get back
Yo mi casa es su casa
6 man in the van, that's gang in the pan
That's macaroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a born I'm badder
Girl climb on cocky with a ladder

[Sleeks:]
And keep climbin'
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, "Fuck feds" in the camera
Trappin', pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I'm really livin' this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Littlez:]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings and bougie
With a big boobies and booty
See the big tall man move bookey
Old school, my bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain't want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch 'em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It's a foreign bitch cause

[Famous Fresh:]
They know I'm flexin'
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I'm a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin' like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It's Fresh, Hoody, it's [?]

mixtape: "Before Da Trap: Nights In Tarzana" (2016) (with OHB)



Shut Down lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

All I do is hustle for the benefits
And with the Money Team but I don’t need a membership
I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whips
I'm blowing loud like it was a Sega Genesis
I can tell you niggas what the business is
I bet I take a nigga food 'fore he finish it
Take an L nigga, you don't know what winnin' is
I be pushin' like I don't know what the limit is
Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
Ballin' like a pro, sumo level on
Man that Cali's what I'm flaunting so I'm back on fleek
You ain't talkin' bout money, homie now I'm in the streets
Cause you don't know who came with the heat
Cause you and your crew lookin' weak, hey

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Run up in your trap, it's a kick though
Caught you with your pants down, this a shit show
Call me dollars starin' high, nigga let the clip go
I'll whoop a pussy nigga like Klitschko
Now my old bitch trippin', she won't let go
Say my attitude bad but my dick gold
Young nigga trap in designer
I thought I remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna
Why I got the birds, what the business is?
Got my Lamborghini really, I don't need a bitch
I just met the plug in San Antonio
I send the bitch and the pack down to Tokyo
Same day turn around on some merri-go
And my weed so loud I can't hear ya hoe
And you know you dismissed before you exist bitch

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Bitch we out here brackin', what the business is?
I just put a mili out the trap and bought the dealership
Back to back Lambs for the butter black Ghost
Told her I just want the cream, swear these niggas like toast
Bought an all red beam and it came with a scope
While these niggas talkin' chickens, I just get it out the boat
Ship it for the highest ticket, right now it's for the low
All my bitches with the shit cause I can't fuck with square hoes, low

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

[Kid Red:]
Look, look, I ain't never been afraid of a nigga
Black Rozay, 12 gauge on a nigga
Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a nigga
Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a nigga, oh Lord
Nigga be wildin' on bitches, kickin' down doors
That's cause we come from them trenches
No we can't fuck with them snitches
Tippin' on fours, OHB all with the business
Nigga mighta ran up in your trap spot
Get it then I'm gone, counting all the laptops
30 white bitches on my hip, that's a jackpot
Headin' to the bank cause we busy 'bout to cash out, woah
Blackout, no
All the nigga ransom in your trap house
That's a blackout woah
It's OHB shit, fuck with some real ones, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

50 round clip'll get this bitch shut down
Kickin' field goals, catchin' plays, touch down
All my niggas on the mission, opp shit, man down
Flexin' hard, diamonds dancin' like they Chris Brown nigga
I caught a plug, got them packs sent down
I'm flexin' when my niggas got them bands right now
If that goofy wanna snitch I got the Ruger right now
30 shots do it to you right now, aye
And you know how we rockin'
Fuckin' with bad bitches on coke and molly
Put molly in Act now we turnt in the party
Too turnt in the party, we don't even got no option
You know my gang and we runnin' shit
Always be 100 billion bitch

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Shit shut down, shit shut down
Shit shut down, shit shut down

Whippin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Quavo & Section Boyz)

[Knine:]
Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it from the back, then I skrrr skrrr
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares

[Chris Brown:]
I pull up in the Wraith, hit the plug on the way
100k on the face, keeping Ms in the bank
AK by the waist, no I do not play
Get familiar with the money, déjà vu every day
She know I give it a go, she know I pick it up, oh
I'mma drive her to the pole
I done came out the water with the shits like I'm flipper
Never, ever, ever caught up, OHB with the niggas, oh

Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Inch:]
London bwoy, London sound, hmm
Everyting lit inna London Town
Peng gyal wan' come London Town, come round
Gyal in abundance, gyal from round
Ayo Breezy, this one a easy
Gyal wan' kiss up and uck up and squeeze me
Everyting easy, believe we
Gyal up on the high watch, gyal up on the TV

[Littlez:]
Hit the road like a don, yeah, I rep where I'm from
Badboys inna London, get the Ps, then we gone
In the trap, I work wonders, get around, I do compass
Peng gyal up in the covers, get the bands in abundance
Man's just turning up, getting lit, we burning up
More life, that's a lifestyle, hot gyally wanna cool with us
Sideman? They ain't cool with us, bitch boys always make a fuss
Trap boys, we got all the stuff, for the gang, let it buss

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Quavo:]
I told that bitch to kiss it, that shit landed, now she miss it
I put your ho in the mission, she put the pis' on her titties
I got the coupe with exhaust, your bitch wanna molly and coke
She wanna fuck with a boss, she told a nigga get lost
Smoking on gas in the old one, wrists cold, Minnesota
My girl bite like a cobra, love when she bend it over
Had to buy a new Rover, fucking in a Rolls Royce
Girl, you know your pussy moist, what you need is your choice

[Sleeks:]
Drive the car like a race, whip it, whip it
Get a six in the rain, skiddin', skiddin'
Big back, titties, dig that, yeah, she pretty
Trap phone still ringing, on the back road doing digits
London in my blood, getting bundles from the plug
Run, run, run it up, in a bando full of buds
Section, Breezy, got the whole world going nuts
Take it easy, we're going right up to the top

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Deepee:]
Wouldn't ever pretend you could see these skengs
Free range, no aiming the lens
Waste boys mainly lean on feds
We team, no cream, shook ones and they've been on edge
CDs from around, big Ps, making pounds
I tour with gang dem in your town, shut it down, shut it down
I link the crowd and they go nuts, in the ends, big Benz doing doughnuts
I seen and feel it coming closer, bro's still in kitchens whippin' yola

[Swift:]
Ring ring for the best, kill a gyal cause she dead
Turn dead to peng, kitchen whippin' with friends
Whip skid and then beng, done your gyal cause she peng
Brung her back to the ends, gas her up like the Benz

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Chris Brown:]
In the don, that's a wraith with the top off
Bad gyal slow whine with the top off
You lot so fun, never pop off
My Section Boyz, you know everything lock arff
Mad Max with the bad bitches
Hit the plug, he pull up with the packages
I be feeling like a narcissist
Flames coming out the chopper like an arsonist
All around the world, everybody got a bando
Swear down, fam, everywhere I can go
You do it for the fame, nigga
I do it for the fam though, get me?
South of France, St Tropez
Back in Cannes, brought the white girl with me
DMT, THC
Mushroom T, whatever you need, hit me

I'm just here turning up
Oh, you know I got some bottles back at my place
Ooh

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

Socialize lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

Yeah, look, acting arcedinic when a nigga in your city
Fame going to her head, think for worrying 'bout them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no
In the morning, shaveroom, she be telling all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop
Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
And bitches all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million
Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling
Always a nigga tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
And we don't fuck with you nigga, we know you telling your partners

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Look, look, now these bitches wanna show's up
Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up
And all these bitches on my line like they know us
But I don't want that pussy, I'mma let the crew fuck you up
She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it
Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits
This money coming so quick now, need more spinach
We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch
But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game
Keep the bitch tip toes down, I'm speaking facts mane
And you ain't never 'bout to break my niggas
And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitch
This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
Spending young money and shit, call me Mack Maine

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Look, 'fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fucking with my tolerance
Like I ain't the nigga that's bringing dollars in
Took me from that regular life to living extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch
OHB, that's out of here bitch, I got some new freaks
Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet
Two get fucked for an hour then let the crew skeet
Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites
Black nigga in white linen with white women
And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women
Ooh baby, they all losing be like women
If I kill the pussy baby, that's a life sentence
Praying light, that's night vision
High-Tec, yeah I like sipping
Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching
Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, fuck with us

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, and I ain't let her fuck
I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her
Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother
Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a nigga fuck
Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss
On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss
I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range
Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation
Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining
He don't wanna front it, I'mma take it when I'm aiming
Move real cool, handle business like a gangster
Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags
I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps
Like the bench press, kill and stand on your chest
No one came in, flip for another set
She recertified, real nigga whip the stack

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize


I Need Love lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Blacc)

Came a long way, we was trapping out the days and
Now I spend my days up in mansions with Caucasians
Fat bitches chilling with my dogs like we caged in
Got it from the bottom, had to make it from the pavement
Niggas say I changed, fuck it, that's just how the game go
All these chains, all these fucking whips, I'm in slave mode
Hood rich, put your baby mama on my pay roll
OHB mafia, my niggas keep a bank roll

You know that Bentley truck's on the way, Bentley truck's on the way, I bought her a coupe
You know shoulda played it cool by the way, played it cool by the way, played it cool
You know, you know the rules from the game, what games are you tryna play? Better be cool
You know, you think I'm a fool, first mistake, by the way
Pull in that foreign, driving that hearses, hating on my house
You on the 'gram, say being nosey, you showing off
When he around, barely act like she know me, but you know now
All I'm seeing is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Look, look, keep telling my bitches I got it, I got it
I'm hopping, I'm pushing, my dreams are designer
She Asian and Spanish, my bitch from Atlanta
I give her that dick and my bitch, she be wilding
All these bitches, I just need one
Cuffing bitches, that's the season
Cashed out, on another plug
'Nother, other plug when I hold something
Niggas be sticking their bands up
A couple choppers I put in their fencing
Couple of Lambos, my niggas be racing
You talking that shit, put a price on your head
You niggas be pussy, be fucking with feds
And all of us kings so off with your head
Your bitch on my couch, she can't sleep on my bed
I'm popping that dirty, I'm taking my meds

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Double cup, I'm rolling up
Smelling jasmine straight from Mexico
In Hollyweird, bitches can't fuck a check up
Ain't none of 'em mine cause it's Hollywood
Pull in that foreign, driving that hearses, hating on my house
You on the 'gram, say being nosey, you showing off
When he around, barely act like she know me, but you know now
All I'm seeing is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Need love, it ain't tricking if you need love
Need love, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Party Next Door lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
Baby you be on that old shit
I don't need that commotion
Got me heated in the oven
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded
Yeah, driving me crazy, driving me crazy
No one but you, I feel so used, set up
You supposed to be here in this foreign
But you just disappeared like I’m not important

Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah

[Young Blacc:]
She got 4 friends, I hope they go
Double up and bring 4 more
Hennessy and the Patron shots
Make the white girls wanna get low
HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for
That other party that's next door, we don't fuck with niggas that save hoe
Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk shit
White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks
She took my proposition 'bout the pimping
She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest
She telling a nosey nigga mind his business
Always hating cause they know we winning
Grown man shit, I don't need permission
I don't give a damn if they real sisters
Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes
Beast mode, eat the pussy

[Chris Brown:]
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah

Downgrade, don't feel the same
Got another say a nigga change, really?
Only motherfucker put you in a gang
How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me?
I'm the nigga take your page, yelling OHB
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach
Got the Staples Centre, floor seats
And it's 500 blocks with my OGs
A nigga did a lid in the county
A 100 million dollars, my niggas gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
A man the mean on mileage
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we popping, nigga who gon' stop us?

Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door

Side Piece lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

Oh woah, girl, woah, girl, oh woah
Oh baby, you got me

Shaking like 9/11, riding this roller-coaster
Rocking like heavy metal, you thinking I'm fucking
But baby girl when I'm finished you can't even
Come round two, you need a minute
Sing it to her when I kiss it, I got her dripping
Complaining to me saying that a nigga be tripping
But she be cheating and fucking with other niggas
But I be feeling like the only one when I'm with her

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Let me getting on your level, I'mma take your girl to the crib
I know I'm petty, but boy I know she ready, baby girl you be flexing
I ain't the only nigga in your phone you be texting
She ain't the type that'll hold me down if I arrested
She the type to fuck the enemy, disrespectful
Still ain't learned my lesson
Keep a nigga feeling like the pussy is a blessing
Aw here we go again

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Can't even look in your eyes, playing both sides
Shoulda told me you had a man but I know why you lied
You think that I wouldn't understand
Cause I'm dying trying not to use my head, getting me fucked up yeah

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Freed Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

When a bitch say she fucked 20 niggas, I respect her more
Instead of running 'round this motherfucker lying all the time
Talking 'bout some
5 niggas, 5 niggas you cared about, shit

Bitch you lying and girl I'm built honest
Still living for today, tomorrow ain't promised
Holding on to the love cause the hate follows
When you young, getting money, yeah you date models
Let the cork pop off when we shake bottles
You don't need a glass, girl just take swallows
Yeah, young and reckless, I spite her beverage
Self medicated, pills or liquor, what's your preference?
She usually ain't the type to take rejection
She don't know her dad so the hate turned into affection
She only dreamed to be up in my section
Believing any lie they tell her, just to get a necklace
Bitches keep playing games like it's checkers
But bitch this chess and those DD's gon' be your blessing
I'm looking forward to all them text messages
Talking 'bout how you done, I love when bitches threaten me

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind

She said follow me, she wanna fuck up a nigga's Valentine
Pardon me, only thing growing on me is the dollar signs
Oh baby, I'm only used to your ways
Say you in love and you ain't, try to be honest, you can't
You always tripping on the same minor drugs
I do for the piece of mind and you do when you 'bout to fuck
I leave, act up and leave you and something trap out the bando
But I want a nigga call the curtain, choppers fired and it's having the fam over
That's the thing, I love to hate so I got a whip for my bitch
If you think I'm cuffing, you should forget it

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind

You never wanna hear it, you never wanna be there
You never take me serious, you piece of shit, let's be fair
Know you got it from your mama, the day I met her she said "Why he here?"
Where the fuck you put your heart at? Bitches that pulling ain't all that
You on another level, showing off, tryna make me jealous
All the homies that been a problem, nigga bring the weapons
AKs and the fans, disrespecting
They close to my kin, OHB shit

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind



Big Dreams lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Gangsta Robb, HoodyBaby)

[HoodyBaby:]
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

Hard times, 4 niggas, 89s
It's going down at 10, hope we make it home, Amen
Riding with the package, open jackers and 'em crackers
Everything complain hoe, family don’t attack us
Everyone’s a suspect, raised with some backstabbers
Stab you in your back, find they bag you for a set
Tony Romo with the 9, out in Dallas, running laps
Hail Mary to LA, baby I can bring you bag
Hood B, Beyoncé, somebody stop me
2 Rollies, 3 APs, watch me
I just wanna pull up with my niggas in the fucking ‘rari
Told my mom, the grind pays so I’m rich regardless

As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

[Gangsta Robb:]
Tell my mom I'm sorry, told my pops I'm thugging
Red 'rari flexing and I'm round with my young'ns
Somebody bring the wrappers cause we just got the plug in
Somebody go and grab the Sprite so I can mix the mud in
Out in public thugging, 20 bricks in traffic
Sipping lean, on my phone, counting money backwards
Coulda went to college but I said, "Fuck the master"
Ask me why I do this nigga cause the money faster

[HoodyBaby:]
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

Roller Coaster lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Keeis Stackz & Tracy T)

Roller coaster love, up and down she go
Everyday this chick tripping in and out the door
Yeah I keep these bitches high, got it for the low
Out in France last month, but where I'm 'bout to go?
I don't know, got too high a while ago
I be chasing money, whip that big seat hundred domino
Pull up on your bitch and do the street nigga on a hoe
Pull up on your bitch, they love a street nigga, that's for sure
Ha ha, too silly, amigo on for really
There's an eagle on my belly, I been bumping Makaveli
Then I switch it up, Dekeli, fuck your bitch up in the telly
Jump right back in the Chevy, ain't no telling where I'm heading

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Okay, bitches love me cause I keep that shit 100
They drop it like a sock, I'm the number 1 stunner
When I throw that money, that pussy, it come up
9 millimetre, acting dummy if they run up
Okay you see it's OHB, we out here stacking, stacking
All this molly, all these bitches, all this ass I'm smacking
I'm tripping, drinking 'til I'm pissy
Fuck your girl with my girl, yeah nigga cause I'm different
I'm 'bout my money, money and power, respect my clique, gon' throw it up
When I'm in the club making it shower, doing it BIG in LA, okay
That's why they call me Big Poppa, notorious to that pussy
None of y'all niggas can save me so why the fuck you still looking?

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Pulled up with your bitch, with your bitch like okay
She gon' help me count the bands but she won't see the safe
Got that killer pussy, put that cat up in the cage
You know I'm a dog, can't keep that pussy out my face
Fuck with me, know you're going up, know them niggas ain't showing up
VVS', bitch we ain't stressing, night time, a nigga going up
Flipping birds, check the wing span, bet a mil when my team playing
Better yet put the house on it, shut you mouth and put your mouth on it

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Like I Done It Before lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Lo)

Mo Money
Yeah Yeah Yeah...

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Fuck up a check and put on in the vault
Forty five for the eagle, four deep in the regal
Pull up on a nigga he ain't even know
Like Macauley Culkin, have my lil one hit you while you Home Alone
Asking if I keep on fucking your bitch then if its your bitch why she on my phone
Call her up and have a threesome I’mma fuck her til its 3’ some
We could smoke a lil weed or some, I don’t know if you could keep up
I don’t sleep for nothing, I don’t sleep for nothing,
Gotta bunch of Zannies you should eat some
Got some good pussy I’mma eat something, gotta bunch of bitches
I don’t need a woman, I’m a hoe,
Pop a Xannie then I pour, Pop a seal now its slow
Now a nigga never know, never let a nigga know
I be flexing on the low, still finessing on the low
Grab a bitch by her throat, Fuck a bitch til she sleep
Fuck a bitch til she sleep, Eat the pussy if its fleek, get some head from a freak
Fuck a bitch make it leak, fuck a bitch gotta geek
Fuck a bitch make a tweet, Nigga got some Good D, Aye

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Like I done it before, my niggas never bought a gun at the store
She sucking my dick like she done it before
Soon as I cum I don’t want it no more
I’mma beast, Rolls Royce No lease, Bad bitch no fleece
She picture perfect give her cheese, She just wanna bust a leak
Balmain on my jeans, for that pure I’m a fiend, I Go Crazy for codeine
She took a molly, took one for the team, I flooded my bitch and my bitch is Supreme
Might just throw on some Bape and call it a day, we don’t rock
We don’t rock Gucci, rather do Stussy
You niggas look gay, and the money is straight
Chopper hit you from long range, I grew up using Code names
I’mma do it for my last name, I’mma boss you should ask me
45 in the fast lane, screwed up like I’m Jay prince
Screws loose like I’m Raderic, If I did it before, I’ll do it again
AOD we did it, Magic City did it, KOD we Did it, V-Live we Did it, off in Onyx yeah I did it
Falling stars yeah I did it, Splurge in Follies
Lets get it, lets get it, lets get it

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

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