Cherry Red Vans lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red

New Gang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money

[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

Let It Bang lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Payso B, Jackie Long, Truth KO, Knotch)

[Jackie Long:]
We gon' let it bang
Money over everythang
Pull up in a new whip
Every night, Jackie Long got a new bitch
TMG, no extras
Pretty ladies wanna sex us
Shoutout to my investors
Niggas wanna hate 'cause the good Lord blessed us

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Jackie Long:]
Huh, look, let it bang like a new gang
Lit like a new flame, kickin' it like Liu Kang
I'm different but I got on way more than 2 Chainz
I'm standin' out like a bright blue flame
Look, look, light blue Bentley
Want a bad bitch so boujee and prissy
A Blood bitch crazy, hood name Brissy
Fuck me every night like she miss me
Straight from the jungle, it's pretty face but she still humble
Right jab still make a broke bitch stumble
Trick nigga, make a broke bitch rich
I can bang that, nigga, they gon' bang this

[Ray J:]
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Jackie Long:]
Real niggas from the West side
Real niggas from the East side, yeah
Real niggas from the North side
South side, it don't matter where you at, what's up?
[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

[Truth KO:]
Huh, let it bang, let it bang
Where them head at? Let it rain, let it rain
Young Truth, baby girl, I do the damn thing
Ciroc for the bitches while I'm drinkin' champagne
Came with the snug, where the heat be at?
OHB in the bitch, where CB at?
This a couple real niggas inside the squad
It don't matter what side, worldwide the mob

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

[Payso B:]
Yeah, yeah, let it bang, let it bang
VIP lit, yeah, we brought the whole gang
Ray J, Truth, Jack Long and Payso
Throwin' money up, I just spent a bankroll
Came here to have a good time
But if a nigga trippin', we gon' let the lights shine
All the pretty ladies came to see what we doin'
10G gang, gettin' money and she knew it

[Ray J:]
Niggas yellin' what's up Blood?
And the ladies 'bout to get real twisted
It's about to go down in the club
And my nigga Chris Brown brought the bitches
All these bad bitches gettin' fucked up
VIP, got a lot of pretty women
My nigga Truth snuck in with the slug
And we gon' let it bang just for all you fuck niggas

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Girl, do your thing, that's my only one wish
I hope that pussy taste like Herseys Kisses
All up in the club with a lot of pretty bitches
And my niggas stay strapped just for all you fuck niggas, yeah
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
And I know you wanna do it the same

Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Let it bang, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang, let it
Oh

Famous lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown

[Ray J:]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain't nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you"
[Chris Brown:]
Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place
[Ray J:]
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I've been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
[Chris Brown:]
Damn right
I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice
I fuck around and make another one...

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

[Chris Brown:]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin' I'm fine
Knowin' you bitchin' to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin', nigga, already knowin'
Hoochie season and she already hoein'
She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I'm goin'
She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless
Put you in danger when I made you...

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

[Ray J:]
Bitch I'm alive, yeah I'm alive
Yeah bitch, I'm alive
I told you fuck niggas you'll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin' those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin' your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I'm happy now, yeah

[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Burn My Name lyrics - Ray-J & Chris Brown (feat. Bizzy Bone)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Ray J:]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that's locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin' next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin' round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

[Chris Brown:]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
'Bout to start actin' funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin' letters 'cause I'm writin' in cursive
Don't care if I'm right, nigga, fuck bein' perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin' the Perc' (everything)
You know that I'm accurate, missin' a purpose
And I'ma look back on this shit 'cause you worth it
I'ma grow from my mistakes
I'ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin'
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

[Bizzy Bone:]
Let it rain when I put 'em in a
When I put 'em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put 'em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard 'em in pain
I'ma call you voodoo when I'm in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don't really wanna raise blaze
Don't pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don't think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don't really wanna be a commodity
But it really don't bother me
'Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she's burning my name

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul

Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn

Chris Brown other songs

Party lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Gucci Mane & Usher)

[Usher & Chris Brown:]
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Chris Brown:]
Bitches dancin' naked in my livin' room
She straight out of college, just turned 22
Girl, get your money up, I ain't even mad at you
Got you all on me, makin' these niggas catchin' attitudes
Tell 'em don't start it, my niggas retarded
Fuck the judge and the sentence, huh, I got a good lawyer
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, fuck it up, then let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Usher:]
Yeah, I just got the ring, I think I deserve a toast
Shout out to my team, we be out there doin' the most
Girl, come to my place, but don't bring no clothes
Let's be dirty babe, baby, drop it low
Pop rubber bands all on her ass, baby be hittin' the weakness
All in the back, dishin' the cash, make me if you need it
I got a few girls on the way, baby girl, you ain't leavin'
It's my birthday with the cake, lick it all, let me eat it

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

[Gucci Mane:]
It's party, party, party like a nigga just got out of jail
Flyin' in my 'rari like a bat that just flew outta hell
I'm from the east of ATL, but ballin' in the Cali hills
Lil mama booty boomin', that bitch movin' and she standin' still
I know these bitches choosin' me, but I got 80 on me still
I'm tryna fuck, who tryna chill? 'Cause I'm just tryna pay some bills
I'm multi millionare LaFlare, just watch it, cost a quarter M
Just look at me and look at them, I smashed her on my first attempt
Like Scarface bitch, the world is mine, you should read the blimp
So either you gon' take a ride, or you gon' stay with him
'Cause I got places I can be, I get yo ass on the scene
Gucci, CB VIP, so fuck them niggas, look at me, Wop

[Chris Brown:]
Pulled up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'rari
Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party
When I'm with my clique, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party
How to party, yeah, we know how to party

mixtape: "Attack The Block" (2016) (with OHB x SECTION BOYZ)

• Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
• Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)
• Kriss Kross - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Young Blacc)
• Cherry Red lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
• Scared lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)
• Trappin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Flawkoe & Young Lo)
• Dolce lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc)
• Dash lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)
• Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)
• I Can Tell lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Lo)
• I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)
• New Gang lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)
• In Love With The Bitches lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc & Young Lo)
• Other Side lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)
• Erday lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. French Montana)
• Section One Hundred Billion lyrics -Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Famous Fresh, HoodyBaby, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

Don't Fuck With Us lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)

Look, I ain't really with the talkin', bitch I'm really 'bout that action
I'm runnin' up a ticket and fuckin' bitches in traffic
Got a hundred million dollars, I could give a fuck about a hater
Oh, they be with the snitchin' and bitchin', they like investigatin'
Ain't tryna run down with that 4, let your homie know
All my niggas strapped like GI Joe, man you niggas toast
All you niggas pussy, lyin', claimin' you a real nigga
When we pull up and press your line, then we see who the real bitch is

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

I got too many felonies, my PO keep tellin' me
To piss in a cup, don't give a fuck, I'm 'bout to smoke my weed
Plottin' in the club, man I wish a nigga plot on me
Thinkin' you gon' ball, I'mma slide, you gon' rest in peace
I got a couple fans in my hand right now
Me and all my homies, know these bitches only fuck with Gs
Now I can see why you hatin' me
All these bitches in the back of VIP, made that pussy leak
I can't give that hoe a place to sleep, but that pussy free
Fuckin' with my woods, throwin' Ps, in London, gettin' P
I'm just throwin' on that Project Pat, [?]
Shoutout my nigga Juicy J, know I keep that drink on me
All the baddest bitches know

Won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

A nigga a savage
Any car that you thought 'bout buyin', I had it
My bitches the baddest
Any hoe that you thought about fuckin', I smashed it
You spendin' paper and plastic
Always tryna come up on a plug
Run a check up like I run her up
Bitches love fuckin' with a thug
OHB, only hot bitches
Out here ballin', too much confidence
100 B, ain't no stoppin' this
Out here brackin', you need binoculars
See my team, diamonds immaculate
Sing sing, send 'em packages
Bang bang, in the line of fire
Then them niggas come after ya

And I'm just tryna pay no mind, won't waste my time
Won't give it all to a fuck nigga
Don't wanna show 'em the thriller, nigga don't make me a killer
You all pitchin', we all hitters, don't fuck with us

Everybody lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Lo)

[Chris Brown:]
Alright now I said I ain't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit

I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table
And hit you up later like "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the play book
Keep your horses in the stables
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

[Young Lo:]
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check up at the crib, bed appeal, it's the bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they mad? Cause I skrrt up in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames
I'm a G like Came, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party

[Chris Brown:]
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Get that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'mma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'

Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'mma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody

Kriss Kross - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

Hoe I'm flossin', tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin' nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I'm seein' things, sippin' on gasoline
Poppin' the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin', keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby,
there's more of us, you know I'm a nasty nigga

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Reachin' for my .40 yeah, I'mma catch a charge
Don't make my chopper bark, I'm a fuckin' dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can't relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab 'em up quick, toss 'em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can't resist
Assist me for some interest

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

[Young Blacc:]
Get killed if they crossin' me
They sprayin' so much, swear that they losin' me
We drippin' in saucey
Don't fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose 'em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin' packed, I was on another
I'm chuckin' in Phantom
I'm doin' 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin' that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that's the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that

[Chris Brown:]
VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
Drippin' water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross
She gon' bring her girls, let 'em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let 'em Kriss Kross

Cherry Red lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Ray J:]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
Pontiac, 5 bird, Trans-Am
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I buy my bottom bitch burgundy Porsche Cayenne
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey baked ham
I went from black tuxedo with some cherry red Vans

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red, cherry red van

[Chris Brown:]
All of you niggas some fake hoes
I dare any nigga to try some
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's eastside nigga, 500
Piru, single that nigga from Avenue
Ray J, I fuck with this centre views
Give you one problem, we make the news
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that
If you got a problem, then pull up
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
Cause you not the man in the house

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Lace up my red Vans, duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a mighty mouse
Pull up in that cherry red chain
Breakin' the bread down with all my niggas
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like I banged up
That thug life, that's that hood life
Live your flag and throw your set up
Hustle for that good life
Chitty chitty bang bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain

[Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Ray J:]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make 100 million in my cherry red van
Cherry red van, cherry red
Cherry red, cherry red
My niggas soo-woo and it's all on sight
A wife make a straight bitch wanna go dyke
I got that coke pure white, in them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red van, cherry red van
Cherry red

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

[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, what's wrong?
Oh you scared now? Section

[Swift:]
Baby, I'm endzy
Bando, telly
She just wanna do small talk
I just wanna give her the lengthy
Smoke like a rasta
What's that? Sesi
My bros are my brothers
I ain't never had besties
Brap mash in the man bag
Brap brap, headpiece
Jump out of a black van
Goons dem, scary
Peng girl wanna see the life
Don't think that they ready
Come alive in the night time
Most time I wanna stay dreamin'

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

[HoodyBaby:]
Shaq and Kobe, Kobe and Shaq, yeah the family back
HoodyBaby still rollin' like a handicap
The life I live, girl you know it's trap to trap
When life attacks soda, all type of crack
Falled off, type of cast, oh you likin' that
You play hard to get, oh you might be back
Two can play that game, hop inside the track
I been on my way, pull up, put 9 with that

[Littlez:]
Wanna see what the life's like
What you know about hard times?
I done wrong
Need my money right
Say she wanna come overnight
Don't care what your friends say
Peng ting wanna come play
Get with a G and this alright
Came up on the trap line
2Pac, doin' thug life
Bad bitch, yeah that's my type
More life in the nightlife
Grew her up, I got the ice
Don't be scared, everythin' nice
Girl, just give me one night
You'll fall in love if I hit twice

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

[Sleeks:]
She just wanna live the nightlife
Smokin' weed and do WiFi
Let me tell you 'bout my life
Came up off of night crime
Skrr skrr, when I ride by
Hoodie on tight creep in the night
Trap get it in get it all night
The mandem get a piece of the pie

[Inch:]
Likkle thievin' girl wanna jump on my WiFi
Likkle idiot girl wanna talk about high life
Wild life, when I shell it like parklike
Ard life, they callin' me the dark knight

[Deepee:]
Down to ride, she gets down for thrills
Keep her close and she holdin' still
Hold the crop so I know it's real
I'm still tryna hide from the old bill
I'm so mad I ain't sign no deals
But my last Netflix got chills
So they still know the deal
Say she won't prefer trappin', she will
Still hittin' sales and it's morning now
So she can't stay the night still
I need a bando in the hills
Still, no family until
Rip a pack out the ceil'
Tell daddy, fuck how he feels

[Chris Brown:]
She wanna see what it's like to live the nightlife
She thinkin' everything is alright
Baby, you don't wanna be left in the streets
If you're scared of your own heartbeat
Na na, now you scared
Yeah yeah, now you scared
Now I'm goddamn scared
Oh no, yeah yeah, scared of your own heartbeat

Trappin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Flawkoe & Young Lo)

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Chris Brown:]
These niggas all fake, these niggas all snitch
Same nigga in them DMs tryna fuck with your bitch
Nigga money makin' Mitch, fast money, make it quick
50,000 on your head, let's see how fast they forget
Fuck is you lookin' at with your lookin' ass? Cause we flexin'
Not even Google Maps get you over here to this section
All of my niggas equipped with them cha-cha-cha, I'm protected
Make a move on my chain my nigga, coca taking your nigga

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

[Flawkoe:]
Yo soy el que sale a la esquina
[?] manteca [?]
No soy el que tiene receta pero te cocina
Tu sabe' lo' ciego no miran
Cadena que miran, que brillan
Tu sabe' nosotro' no tenemo' tiempo pa' pagar taquilla
Tu sabe' que traigo la niña
Si explota te estalla bocinas
Tu jefa se pone pa' mí
Me gusta pa' tí
La mando a la esquina
La mando a la esquina
Que traiga los [?]
Que pague la cuenta
Que [?] domina
El rey de la esquina
Mira

[Young Lo:]
I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Sorry nigga, I don't speak much, when it's beef, niggas get touched
My young niggas shootin' shit Curry but they more like Horry in the clutch
It all started with a quarter, turned that to a Porsche now them Lamb' doors are up
Kinda hard to find a room in the crib like a fortress and them Xans catching up
Used to trap out the garage, sell packs to the stars
Was the man with the Act' and a plug for the bars
Had the MDMA 'fore they knew what it was
Man they kill 'em off of X, I'm a one stop plug
Young legend with the mud
Outlet and the plug
So when they ask me how I got it

I used to trap out the garage
Talkin' ounces, had bricks
Mr. Get 'em in and move 'em out quick
I used to trap out the garage
Used to get 'em by the bail
100 packs, I ain't even need a scale
I used to trap out the garage
Hustle man get the work, hustle man get the cash
Take a brick and make it skrt, that's the fork hittin' glass
Used to order from the plug, hop out in a mask
Put it all in a bag
I used to trap out the garage

Dolce lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
They say, "Fuck you, where your friends at?"
We say, "Fuck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "Bitch you by the car? No"
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin'?
See that bitch is poppin' bars now

Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don't fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I'mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don't mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

[Young Blacc:]
She blowin' my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin'
Sellin' pussy like it's real estate
Puttin' jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin' so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin'?
Just got back from tour, I'm livin' like Lucious
I be drunk off the D'ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell 'em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that's the set nigga
Father sellin' them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I'm good wherever I go
I'm stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

[Chris Brown:]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin' round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day
I don't give a fuck what your hoe say

Dash lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz)

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it

[Chris Brown:]
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it

[Littlez:]
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
2 sharp, na them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

[Sleeks:]
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it

[Swift:]
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrasin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?

[Deepee:]
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

[Inch:]
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it

Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)

[HoodyBaby:]
Word around town, it's a drug war
Step into my crib, it's a drug store
I don't need nothin', I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin' off
Hittin' it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Chris Brown:]
Marathon man, nigga cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can't nigga, I can, boy don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence cause the judge ain't find no skeleton
I be runnin' laps in my trap
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin' flame, young out, I be tamed, I'm the fuckin' man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin' gingerbread man, catch me if you can

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

I Can Tell lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Lo)

Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

OHB, bitch this Breezy
I'm a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin' kisses
I'm pullin' up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin' them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I'm whippin' it
Hundred M's, yeah they feelin' him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like "Why don't you have more like him?"
Cocky, I don't give a fuck if you like it
No he ain't me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I'm MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[HoodyBaby:]
Don't be buyin' all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I'm spendin' all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin' white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I'm just tryna bump me, tell 'em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin' for your love, I can't lie, I need help, I need help

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Young Lo:]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that's gon' eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let's throw it back, drop a Brand' on 'em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on 'em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I'mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin' ain't easy
And I ain't said nothin' 'bout cuffin'
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Molly water
Is makin' me fall in love
Baby, I'm ready to do this, this ain't my first rodeo
I know what I'm doin', got you screamin' all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don't care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)

[Chris Brown:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me

Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

New Gang lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money

[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

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)
• Whippin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Quavo & Section Boyz)
• Socialize lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates, Young Blacc & Young Lo)
• I Need Love lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Blacc)
• Party Next Door lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Blacc)
• Side Piece lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)
• Freed Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)
• Big Dreams lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Gangsta Robb, HoodyBaby)
• Roller Coaster lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Keeis Stackz & Tracy T)
• Like I Done It Before lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Lo)
• Actin' Like This lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Dee Cosey)
• Love Gon' Go lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Ryan Toby)
• I Lean lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Tracy T)
• Save The Drama lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates & Tracy T)
• Faded To Sade (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Lyrica Anderson)
• Wrist (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Jeezy & Young Thug)
• Rumors lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Tyga)
• Substance lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Tracy T & Young Lo)

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'