Kash Doll - OH BOY lyrics

See, they been askin' where I been at (Uh)
Bitch, I been busy
Nigga, I don't be playin' them games
Man, I'm still one phone call away
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
But, you can tell 'em we back matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh?
(Gangsta Grillz)

My friend group compared to yours
Is different kind of bitches it's two types
One who talk money and who get it
This ain't the same roll from last night
'cause I spent it my pointers so big
They keep fallin' off my pendant
Dior 1s, twelve-thousand each shoe
Think I got a cold
It's salt water in my pool
The rest of my life I gotta live by one rule
Remind myself every day not to dress like you


Y'all ain't makin' no noise
Who the fuck is ol' boy?
Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy
What should I drive today? The
Bentley or the Rolls-Royce?
I put this Cuban on and
Have my whole clothes moist
Spillin' Perrier, somebody get a mop
It got borin' in a mansion
Started sleepin' on a yacht
You ain't used to havin' motion
Only livin' off the clout
It's some hoes that's gon' play with you
But me? I will not (I can not)

Ayy, all my bitches thick as
Keisha and they got cash (And they got cash)
Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast
I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Chaz
When I leave the house
I know for sure I got my Mag' (Bah)
I love to ice my bitch out
She ice me out too (Ice me out)
Youngest nigga in the city playin' drop coupe
(Huh?)
Catch an opp with his bitch, she get shot too
(Fah-fah-fah)
Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do
(What that boy do?) bitch, I get cash
Find the opp block? Spin his shit fast
(Skrrt)
Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash
(Skrrt) catch an opp in a fish bowl
Make his shit crash (Fah-fah-fah)
Put a bitch on him
She gon' put him in a trick bag
Me, I got a big bag (Huh?)
All my bitches come with good
Pussy and a big ass (Huh?)
Spend the 'bow money
All the show money get stashed (Huh)
Point me to a big body Benz I can just crash
Huh? (Gangsta Grillz)

Oh boy
I done jumped inside my bag and zipped it up
First dream was a mil', damn near touched it
Wasn't enough i told you way before we
Fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love
See me shootin' with my chain on
I said it wasn't us
We stretch shit, know I'm him
You should've never left, bitch
I bought my bitch a X6
That shit got my ex sick
It ain't just my wrist and fingers, bitch
You know my whole neck lit
Add myself to an account like
This shit was Netflix don't fuck with me
Tied our heart together, bitch
You stuck with me she should sign to G-Unit
Her kit worth a buck-fifty
Get on your ass in old fashion
You know we love switches
Prayed to a shootin' star
But he ain't make enough wishes
I'll boot up, suit up
Come right in the house
I'll DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth
The snow fall in the city
So I'm flyin' 'em south
If he hidin' in the crib
We fire bombin' the house, it's easy

He woke up with a 223 in his dread
He gon' reap what he sow
The chop shoot needle and thread (Brrt)
You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag
I treat his bitch like a tampon
And leave her on read (Leave her on read)
She was dreamin' 'bout the dick
Damn near peed in the bed
Bitch keep beggin' for it
We Felisha and Craig (Felisha and Craig)
Hit his bitch
Now I got permanent seats in his head
Fifty clip curl like the first
Piece of the bread ayy, Jimmy Butler
Big heat with long extensions (Ayy)
Bought my bitch a rose gold choker
Homer Simpson
Now she on my chocolate 'cause she
Heard I got the golden ticket
All these fuckin' poles like I'm
Photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy
(Nigga, hold up, ayy)
Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo
But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks
Take me a solo
Swiped the rental with a fake ID
Made it a stolo
He bought a chain, please, tell me it's real
K-Ci & JoJo

They like, "Why you start rappin'? He done
Served the whole city"
My bitch in school for nursin' and
Still on the road with me (Let's go)
Turn around for fifty pros
'bout to burn a hole in me (Uh, huh)
If he short me on that bread
I'm gon' burn a hole in him (Brrt)
I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit
(Let's go)
Niggas started, now they finished (Finished)
Niggas started, then I finished (Finished)
I did it on my own
I ain't borrow niggas' image (Nah)
I was on the block mixin' rock like a chemist
(Whippin') got the fiends lined up at
The spot like a scrimmage (Okay)
I be passin' out testers every
Day like it's Christmas
Dope talk, give it to my straight
Fuck the code talk first off
Don't never ask me how much
A fuckin' 'bow cost
Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like
"I don't know dog"
I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin'
But no dog
A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga
No fraud
And y'all can't get no boy around this
Bitch 'cause we don't know y'all