[Intro: Milano]

Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C

You know how we do things

We always get our way

Yeah, never pay when we play, nahmean?

Uh!

[Verse 1: Milano]

Yo, I only think of broads on two occasions

When I'm blazin' and tryna persuade 'em to slide off with slick dialogue

I even pop off a bottle of Rémy, Milano got plenty

Pocketin' Benji's, swallowin' Demi, mami's hot already

Papi been heavy before I got signed, before I wore signs

Why them broke niggas swear they only pulled dimes?

I hold mines and lay the law ?forcing immigrant walls?

Makin' mid-high calls like "Damn, pah, it's yours!"

Y'all ain't playas, y'all just keep the bench warm

While I run through 'em like Stephon

Get your game tight, I'm the exception

A freak when I get my sex on

Lick cheeks when the thongs come off

Whip cream with cherry Häagen-Dazs

For starters, take shots with Polaroids

Runnin' trizzy, call all my boys

Watchin' Six get busy with a roll of toys

Still keep it low poised tearin' the club up

My niggas wild and drunk

Ain't no stoppin' us from gettin' lots of love, puffin' choc-a-late

On ass, we gotta rub

Shit, we locks it up, it ain't hard to spot us

Pullin' the Expo slow, tellin' them hoes to pile up

No wonder on the low, niggas despise us 'cause we live-r

[Chorus x2: O.C. & (Milano)]

When we up in the clubs, we lookin' major (Hey, luv!)

We pop bubbs 'cause we paid up (Paid up!)

Then it's off to my crib for a night cap (Straight up!)

Forget the small talk, ma, we just wanna lay up

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]

Yeah, stick the pretty thug

Diddy boppin', stoppin' by the titty clubs

Pimpin' ain't easy, like the shit I did with Willie Stubbs

Really love, money, power and respect

Honeys that fuck for hours in bed

Sex in the shower's the best

Check out the body banger

The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger

I'm not a stranger to the game, so I'm throwin' change ups

Like willy fingers tryin' to figure her out

I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about

Sick of them foul chickens, I need a money-makin' honey

A playboy bunny that never wants nuthin' from me

It's funny how she's one of a kind from front and behind

Top of the line dime piece, bright as the sunshine

My kinda lady, baby drives me crazy like Miss Daisy

The way she shakes her acey makes me wanna taste her pastry

Maybe it's the liquor talkin' 'cause I don't whisper often

A simple kiss'll have her grab my wrist and wishin' she was flossin'

This is more than just a portion of my lifestyle

I raise my right brow, took her to the crib and turned the lights out

[Chorus x2: O.C. & (Milano)]

When we up in the clubs, we lookin' major (Hey, luv!)

We pop bubbs 'cause we paid up (Paid up!)

Then it's off to my crib for a night cap (Straight up!)

Forget the small talk, ma, we just wanna lay up

[Verse 3: Milano]

Listen, ma

It's only certain ones that get a slurpin' with my tongue

Worshipped by some, hurtin' them buns, workin' it, luv

Shit is worse when I'm numb

Any hottie gettin' back shotties

It'll prolly be hours before I prolly see 'em twisted from the Bacardi

If the party on, strip like it's Mardi Gras

Brought the camcorders along

Ladies! Time to flaunt yours

Get the honey, pour it on

Lickin' your buddy, I saw it all, recorded it all

So if you wanna be on that at all

Got the baddest broads lockin' they jaws, never cockin' it raw

I'm not the AIDS type for blotches or sores

I'm gettin' paid right, watch full of frost

Even my chain's iced, nigga, a lotta's the call

Some shiest whores, I see 'em comin'

It's like, once you pluck 'em, they pregnant or somethin'

For dough they hunger, tryna trap dudes

See, I get my woman bashful

Freak on the low, unnatural

Bank account on cash rules

Just an example, so what? I'm tappin' your boo

Laughin' at you (Hahaha)

Spendin' your loot on casual jewels and shoes

Don't act the fool like your screw's loose

I ain't to blame

See, she wasn't tame, and I ain't even have to drop game

A part of our thing

Milan', when my crew's involved, this is how we swing

This is how we swing

[Chorus x2: O.C. & (Milano)]

When we up in the clubs, we lookin' major (Hey, luv!)

We pop bubbs 'cause we paid up (Paid up!)

Then it's off to my crib for a night cap (Straight up!)

Forget the small talk, ma, we just wanna lay up

[Outro: Cuban Link]

Lay up, lay up

Straight up, straight up

Uh, uh, uh