OH BOY lyrics

[Intro: DJBJ 3525 & Kash Doll]
See, they been askin' where I been at (Uh)
b*tch, I been busy
n*gga, I don't be playin' them games
Man, I'm still one phone call away (Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
But you can tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
My friend group compared to yours is different kind of b*tches
It's two types, one who talk money and who get it
This ain't the same roll from last night, 'cause I spent it
My pointers so big, they keep fallin' off my pendant
Dior 1s, twelve-thousand each shoe
Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool
The rest of my life I gotta live by one rule
Remind myself every day not to dress like you
Y'all ain't makin' no noise, who the f*ck is ol' boy?
Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy
What should I drive today? The Bentley or the Rolls-Royce?
I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist
Spillin' Perrier, somebody get a mop
It got borin' in a mansion, started sleepin' on a yacht
You ain't used to havin' motion, only livin' off the clout
It's some hoes that's gon' play with you, but me? I will not (I can not)
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Ayy, all my b*tches thick as Keisha and they got cash (And they got cash)
Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast
I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Chaz
When I leave the house, I know for sure I got my Mag' (Bah)
I love to ice my b*tch out, she ice me out too (Ice me out)
Youngest n*gga in the city playin' drop coupe (Huh?)
Catch an opp with his b*tch, she get shot too (Fah-fah-fah)
Every b*tch in the city wanna know what I do (What that boy do?)
b*tch, I get cash
Find the opp block? Spin his sh*t fast (Skrrt)
Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (Skrrt)
Catch an opp in a fish bowl, make his sh*t crash (Fah-fah-fah)
Put a b*tch on him, she gon' put him in a trick bag
Me, I got a big bag (Huh?)
All my b*tches come with good pus*y and a big ass (Huh?)
Spend the 'bow money, all the show money get stashed (Huh)
Point me to a big body Benz I can just crash, huh? (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Oh boy, I done jumped inside my bag and zipped it up
First dream was a mil', damn near touched it, wasn't enough
I told you way before we f*cked, we just f*ckin', it ain't love
See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us
We stretch sh*t, know I'm him, you should've never left, b*tch
I bought my b*tch a X6, that sh*t got my ex sick
It ain't just my wrist and fingers, b*tch, you know my whole neck lit
Add myself to an account like this sh*t was Netflix
Don't f*ck with me
Tied our heart together, b*tch, you stuck with me
She should sign to G-Unit, her kit worth a buck-fifty
Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches
Prayed to a shootin' star, but he ain't make enough wishes
I'll boot up, suit up, come right in the house
I'll DM, then pull up, c*m right in her mouth
The snow fall in the city, so I'm flyin' 'em south
If he hidin' in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy
[Verse 4: Cash Kidd]
He woke up with a .223 in his dread
He gon' reap what he sow, the chop shoot needle and thread (Brrt)
You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag
I treat his b*tch like a tampon and leave her on read (Leave her on read)
She was dreamin' 'bout the di*k, damn near peed in the bed
b*tch keep beggin' for it, we Felisha and Craig (Felisha and Craig)
Hit his b*tch, now I got permanent seats in his head
Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread
Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (Ayy)
Bought my b*tch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson
Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket
All these f*ckin' poles like I'm photogenic, n*gga, hold up, ayy (n*gga, hold up, ayy)
Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo
But not with all these motherf*ckin' dorks, take me a solo
Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo
He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K-Ci & JoJo

[Verse 5: RiskTaker D-Boy]
They like, "Why you start rappin'? He done served the whole city"
My b*tch in school for nursin' and still on the road with me (Let's go)
Turn around for fifty pros, 'bout to burn a hole in me (Uh-huh)
If he short me on that bread, I'm gon' burn a hole in him (Brrt)
I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (Let's go)
n*ggas started, now they finished (Finished)
n*ggas started, then I finished (Finished)
I did it on my own, I ain't borrow n*ggas' image (Nah)
I was on the block mixin' rock like a chemist (Whippin')
Got the fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (Okay)
I be passin' out testers every day like it's Christmas
Dope talk, give it to my straight, f*ck the code talk
First off, don't never ask me how much a f*ckin' 'bow cost
Shiesty, hit this b*tch three times like, "I don't know dog"
I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog
A n*gga try to punch, I'ma slide, n*gga, no fraud
And y'all can't get no boy around this b*tch 'cause we don't know y'all