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"Bigger Than Life" (2011)

Fire Flame Lyrics - Birdman

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
Back on my Block Nigga Gun up in my hand,
money out the ocean nigga landing in the sand
third war soldier, world wide general
cash money young money fire flame spitters
hustling all the time, in the middle of the block
the gun stay, the money of the top
we do around the clock, bitch we tha bizness
hundred million dollars, filthy 'bout my richies
stunting on a niggas cuz we shine big time
flipping another hundred nigga doing on the ground
bitch love a nigga cuz' they know we stay fly
ridin' 25 on a nigga be hot

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
Spending a nigga ben nigga choppa in my hand
hundred out the land, when you fuckin' with the man
five star nigga eagle be flying, just be nigga ball eagle flying
uptown soldier may man on the mission,
did it from the bottom, no dyving from the richies
been a hall roller, flip the range to a bentley
house full a thanks, house full a bitches
switch another land, flipping all the time
hundred on the watch 20 years on my grind
blood is my line, uptown general
cash money stunnas, young money killers

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
Mansions in the hills, just to burn it feal hundreds
loaded 40's spended it a mi on some furniture
back on my seattom, shuffer from the bottom
started with nothing now is money with this power
higher then ever top flow popping bottles
mix in the winter, candy with the models
that's how we living, live a luxury life
never give a fuck we can do this shit twice
li-live with the lifes, lit it up for life
lil nigga get it in and doing this for life
lil won't got right so he back up on his bussines
life to this game, flame of a spitting it

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Get Money Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine & T-Pain)

[T-Pain - Chorus]
Hey heh, hey heh
I'm gettin' money on the streets
Hey
You niggas don't know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a diamond to a dollar
If you know how to hustle nigga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
And you know who I am
Homie it don't really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
Bitch I'm gettin money

[Birdman]
We the business
Coming through shining
Blew a couple of hundreds
Big timing all the time, nigga been stuntin
Pearl white Maybach, nigga spent a mill
Bugatti for 2, on the hill
Shining with my strap in my right pocket
Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket
From round the block doing this shit round the clock
Million dollar nigga doing this shit non-stop
Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight
Popping bottles, celebrating living life
Blowing big, freelander down ?
YMCMB nigga, rich gang

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
Ugh, big dawg shit nigga
I'm on my feet like dog shit nigga
Tell em hatin' niggas miss me with that hatin' shit
And tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list
I ain't trippin nigga I'm just taking trips
Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip
Young Mack, stupid Mack ?
I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent
Pockets on etc, Money talk bullshit, walk like George Jefferson
Virgins they ain't fucking with us
Young Money Cash Money
fuck them other niggas

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
If I ain't getting money, than I'm getting pussy
I don't play with you pussies get a silver bullet
I know you looking so how I look
I don't fuck with niggas, call me George Bush
It's Tunechi baby, the money man
The money talks, now I understand
That chopper make a nigga do the running man
I would take a girl and turn her pussy to a punching bag
I'mma stunt my ass off, bitch that's word to Stunna man
School these bitch ass niggas, you are undergrad
The World is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand
Young Money, Cash Money, welcome to Wonderland

[Chorus]

Loyalty Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Tyga, Lil Wayne)

[Tyga - Chorus:]
uh, gray smoke in my house alarm
countin cash every morning before I leave home (leave home)
family I love, don’t wanna leave this world alone
and before I leave home (leave home)
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
(before I leave home, leave home)
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
(before I leave home)

[Birdman:]
So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, ya heard
that’s the word you could get served
from the bullets to the keys is how we urge
to move on and groove and get the money straight
flip another cake 27, 28
I got the tax on the bubble
the money in the Hummer, we shine every summer
yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down
hood down, put it down uptown
catch me rollin in my Bentley
tooled up pussy with a bitch and I’m all in it

[Chorus]

[Tyga:]
uh, sunshine like the brightest day
momma do you remember the time, Michael J
when I seen the video I said that’s gon be me
and I ain’t have to dream I made it my reality
folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me
I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty
Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy
get it I'm gon eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me
shout Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby
top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy
watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit
give me rats for my statements
I’m that amazing

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]
uh, on my way to get it
I’ma hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it
ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot
the game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it
Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard
can’t see myself dyin’ broke, Ray Charles
Yea, now rock steady in this mutherfucker
Paper come fast Tom Petty in this mutherfucker
Uh, now do a doughnut in the money
I’m on a paperchase, but the paper ain’t running
Now fuck the World till its cummin, here it comes
We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money

[Chorus]

"Pricele$$" (2009)

Intro Lyrics - Birdman

Just like that
[Bird call]
The beginning of a new begining nigga
Yeah, life so priceless
look, so priceless
like the family homie
joules came and the money straight ran on me
Mama left me as a youngin' so it came homie
Street came and the money was the fame homie
Cocaine is the fame of the thang homie
The dope game got me playin' in the streets homie
The dope game brought the chopper and it's feet homie
New cars new bras nigga's swag change
8 figures from the projects in the mud
Blood money nigga's strapped all in the club
There's no love in the city we'll snatch the plug
The pussy wet so the pussy got a new plug
Mo hustlin' mo hustle not uptown
Puttin' down world wide nigga gettin' down
Flyin' round getting in; youngin' wear the crown
Mo money now
nigga shuttin' down
up top get the money cause we want it all
Break the bank bitch nigga come and watch us ball
Fly high
stay nigga so high
25 on the candy when we ride
Stay fly when I come through we fuck 'em all
Buck em all when they fuckin' with the big dog
cash shit,
talkin that fast shit
Cash Money Young Money this Priceless (One hundred)
Yeah
See if you can see me
Five thousand on the lens
Yea
Birdman
Let's go
Rock with me
Uptown
We in the buildin' baby
Ocean city view
Swagged out
Big money partner
CMB

Been About Money Lyrics - Birdman

Yeah
Lookin out the window of a heli-chopta over city lights
Makin' it rain, makin' it snow
Sunshine..

[Chorus]
Been about cash
been a, been about cash
been a, been about money
been about money
been about cash
been a-, been about cash
been a-, been about big money
b- big money

[Verse 1]
Hundred on the stack
rubbers on the band
Van full of kush
Guns in the lamb
Dumpin' moving fast
More money than I seen
Louie was the tag, the duffel bag and the jean
Bald eagle shit
fly born rich
filthy with the grind, come from flippin' bricks
customize shit, foreign fly red bitch
the leather stay soft
The head line stitched
Blowin' out the bound another show some mo money
Flip another hundred see we do this every summer
Brand new harley
keep some extra clips
keep some extra diamonds
keep some new whips
100

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Bottom of the shit
Everyday the same story; bull shit ain't shit so everyday the same story
More money is the shit
everyday the same story
Headline cash money sign (I'm filthy rich bitch!) you know.
Money is a must
We did the high life
Fully loaded 'round this bitch just the cash money life
In broad day light see we do it when we see it
you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB
Livin' legend livin' good
Marble on the wood
Spendin' how you feel nigga nothin' when your good
The game on the wood
them hoes out the hood
Poppin' (?) and we ridin' cherrywood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Master of my piece
got the time on my watch
cartier is the piece got the grind on my watch
Got my mind on my money so we stay up on my grizzy everytime I'm gettin' these hundreds got my youngin' comin' with me
We push truck, phantom top, everyday, non-stop benz coupe hard top bugatti nigga hard knock
Heli-chopta's choppas
We do it on the sunshine
Boats and them choppa's
we cruisin' on them high ti's
Highway money
Interstate hustlin'
Back to my city
great take the birds hummin' (?)
Hundred dollar nigga
Hundred thousand cash
Make another million
stashed in the dash
100

[Chorus]

Lookin' at the city lights
Just like that
250 in my pocket
Another mil in my bag
Yeah
100
Fuck with'em

Money To Blow Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Drake, Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
Coming to you live
from the city of
HoustalantaVegas

[Drake's Verse]
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin' while I'm sippin' I encourage you to try it
Im probably just saying that cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it, Boy I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what I made it, I'm the muhfuckin man I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this nigga, quit frontin' on me
Don't come around and try to gas me up, I like runnin on E
I I I I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
On records I'm captain Hook and my new car is Rufio
Damn where my roof just go?
I'm somebody that you should know
Get to shakin something cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts I said damn where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the superbowl
I got em

[Chorus]
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow

[Birdman's Verse]
Richer than the Riches
We certified gettin' it
CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling
Fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get served
We smoked out, with no roof on it
Them people passin' so we smash on em'
Bindin out we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghini and them Bentleys on the v-set
Loui lense iced up with the black diamonds
Cardier, Ferarri the new Spyder
No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights but my bitch in
Born hustlin', too big nigga to size me up
Kept stuntin', more money, burn it up

[Chorus]
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow

[Lil Wayne's Verse]
Well I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry cause everything ours
And I got a big bauecet of mary jane's flowers
That Kush, I promise thats my boo boo we don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women make you take a second look
We poppin like champagne bottles but we never shook
And we gone be alright if we put Drake on every hook

[Chorus]
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
Since I got famous
Bitch I got money to blow
Gettin' it in,
letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow
I got money to blooow ooow ooow oow ooow oow

Money Machine Lyrics - Birdman

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
B-tch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say,
Can't see you lil n-ggas, the money in the way,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say,
B-tch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,
B-tch I'm paid B-tch B-tcha I'm paid,

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Hardbody cocaine flow dope game never wrote more cane,
More to gain more money not a choke smoke... cane,
More money blood Mary Jane,
Switchin ya lane doing thangs n-gga making change,
Fast like a hurry,
More money that I ever seen b-tch don't you worry,
That's how we breaded uptown soldier,
Never did 4 b-tch known how I roll her,
The Porsche came with candy,
The money on the line,
Hundred g's all the time,
N-gga pitch the sunshine,
4 dope Cartier old hoe still there,
So I brought her to the mall,
B-tch! shawty we don't care,
Ball til you fall, b-tch she be shinin' hard time,
Bought my b-tch a white mink and a matching benz 5,
Priceless in the Lambo, Hustlin with my ammo,
Shinin' like a diamond when I jump of out this Lambo,

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Jump through the lane, Nothing ever change,
Got more money so sh-t still the same,
More cane n-gga so we never did change,
Live through the cycle n-gga struggle for the fame,
Money came more so we hustle all the time,
More that we get N-gga more that we fly,
The sunshine came to the moon how we grind,
N-gga money now still flippin' all the time,
The motor change n-ggas so the watch with the meter,
Cartier face every time that I see her,
Chandelier lights to the prices of the dice,
Roll a hundred g's n-gga f-ck the same night,
Poppin Don P Red champagne,
Alize poppin more blowin air,
Draggin' that brown n-gga holdin uptown puttin' it down hold my crown got the game of the ground,
That's how we get it, more money on the island,
More money by da hour, More muscle with this power,
Climbin more fences, Higher than a light,
More money so bright, So we cash it that nite,
Why another million, Still another ticket,
Bought another lambo, bought another building,
Flossin all the time, Porsche, Benz, truck, every time I pull up,
Somethin new came up, Flossin with the ice,
N-gga priceless with the life, Give a f-ck about the price,
Do the same thing twice,

[Chorus]

Pricele$$ Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne]
Here I come again
Staring into the mirror
To no reflection
Like in my head
Paranoid whose there
I know in my years
I've seen much shit
Everything I bare
Everything I care about
Its all been most of a way to the shore
But we got more
More in store

[Birdman]
This for you bird lady
Yeah young
100
Back on the bitches
Rollin in the bently
Them suwaside doors
Cost me 650
Lamborghini yellow
Could do it no better
Burnin in the sky
Float like a feather
Them stars worth the price
And music bought the lights
5 star G
And my son 5 mikes
Fully loaded with the peaces
Hundred mill is the feast
So we ate the same meal
Till the hundreds had a crease
So you know we bought some fleach
Row verse and hum v
Keep a bad bitch
Put the diamonds on my teeth
Presidential sweet
Rumers bout me
Rumers bout my son
Dying in the streets
It cant be

[Lil Wayne]
And we hear everybody talkin
We know they talkin about shit
About shit
Cause I swear
It was just the other day
I told my nigga we goin get about this
About this
And we goin keep our guns
Cause we live a block from
Danger trouble and every girl you can name
Thats true
Strugglin in pain
Hustle and gain
Throust through the chains
Now just fuck everybodyy
Man fucking everbodyyyyy

[Chorus]
But I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im the nicest
And I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im priceless

[Birdman]
Ferrari
You can find me on the southside
Uptown with the louie on the rightside
We so high
To the sky where the sun shine
Theres no price on the tag
That we cant buy
Flyer than a pearl
Cuter than some jewels
Hot with a shades
Flame on you
Country niggas pay
New bently coup
20 on some blaze
Mark j com shoes
Frank muller watch
The square block bezzle
Junior is the best
Fly in any weather
I mill cash bitch
Out the louie brief
Eurolls and currency
This the CMB

[Chorus]
But I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im the nicest
And I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im priceless

[Lil Wayne]
In this stand
In this room
With all these doors
And no where to go
Ah ah ah ohh
All these doors
But I chose
The window

[Birdman]
The big block phofer
Before we mash yall
Candy on the slab
Before we burn out
Its billion frame
Cherry wood grain
Two own them benz
Glass top switching lane
Hundred thousand acres
10 on the heal
Over city view
Get it how you live
Down in the jungle
Learn to keep it humble
I be about your business
Cookie life is gumble
I meag on the spread
Mill on the bed
Marvin of the floor
Ice shandalere
I paranoid your life
Rich without wife
Higher than a kite
Smash and upflight

[Lil Wayne]
Upflight high
Not fly high
Higher than your eyes can see
But I'm coming down
And coming down
So assholes better get down with me
Now fuck everbodyy ayyyyyy
Now fuck everbodyyy ayyy

[Chorus]
But I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im the nicest
And I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im priceless
Yayy
Yeahhhh
Ayyyy
Yeah
Yeah
Hayyy
But I'm priceless
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im the nicest
Im lifeless
Im wifeless
Im priceless
Now hurry up and buy

Bring It Back Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yea, Burrrrr, Burrr,
CMB always

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
How come gettin money never gets boring,
How come gettin money never gets boring,
Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it,
Then you bring it back like the Mothafuckin chorus,
And you bring it back back back back back back back,
And you bring it back back back back back like a motherfuckin chorus,

[Birdman - Verse]
Back on my set,
Tool in my hand,
Big money was the plan,
So I'm back where I started,
Back where it come from,
Back where we went wit it,
Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business,
Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's,
Comin back old skool,
Did it like he want to,
Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab,
Big money of the ab,
Hundred g's in cash,
Brand new whip, old skool Caddy,
The dump truck,
A stash spot,
Then came up,
Its more 1's Nigga,
Versace sheets,
Serve is more money in the new fleet,

[Chorus]

[Birdman - Verse 2]
Bought a new Phantom,
Suede with the gators,
Brand new Louis always ready to spray it,
Like father like son,
Money is a must,
These hoe's we don't trust,
Brand new trucks,
Shined every summer,
ran wit the numbers,
Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming
Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine,
Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind,
Big timer old skool, new skool nigga,
Is more money homie,
More money more money more money homie,
My bitchs paid Cavalli Shades,
Blowin haze, Everyday,

[Chorus]

[Birdman - Verse 3]
Flip another hundred,
Get another Hundred,
Spend another Hundred,
Burn another Hundred,
Blow another Hundred,
fuck another Hundred,
Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred,
50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine,
Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline,
Flip another brick, Drink a little dip,
Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch,
AR nigga, riding skinny tires,
Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky,
Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades,
Tax on the face, A nigga's been paid, talwaniya

[Chorus]

Nightclub Lyrics - Birdman

Yeah Baby
Out the pound
(Priceless)
Lookin' through
Skyline
(Always)
Sittin' at the top play boy
Sand beach water purple green money ya dig
To the ceiling with it
Jumpin out the pearl white
Long jet maybach

[Verse 1]
Fresh
New pearl on the diamond cluster
More money and we shinin' like a ma'fucker
Come from the bottom where we had nothin'
Grindin' in these streets till we built something
Cash flow
Money on the dashboard
Money in the dashboard
sittin' high ridin' low (shh)
Put a hundred on my son flow
a hundred on that pounds of blow
a hundred on that marble flow
So we higher than a bright light
sunny day sunny night
hustlin' like
all night
doin it to the sun light
gettin' it to this bright light
doin it on them twenty fours
shinin' on them headlights
C-C-Catch me in the nightclub
two tools strapped up, soo woo'n blood
Red flag hopin' out a red jag
pretty red bitch
with a shanell bag

[Chorus]
C-C-Catch me in the nightclub
two tools strapped up, soo woo'n blood
Red flag hopin' out a red jag
pretty red bitch
with a shanell bag
grindin' till the top of the cieling nigga
more money we billin' nigga
more bottle we chillin' nigga
bitches see us shinin' so they lookin' and feelin' nigga
We hustlin' and flippin' nigga
Mo money we killin' nigga

[Verse 2]
Take a picture of yo porsche nigga
without yo frame nigga
More money good aim nigga
you get it you blame nigga
F-Fuck em for change nigga
F-Fuck em my change nigga
Cartier frame nigga the watch and chain nigga
Yeah at the top where it's hot
Mo money gun cocked
mo bitches won't stop
See the hustle won't stop so we flippin'
Mo money round the corner (?) movin' and we dippin'
Diamond in this water
eagles we land
Yachts four floors
we livin' lookin' grand
clippin' mo tan
fuckin' with that sand
black diamonds stay stuntin' round that corner uptown rep hunter
Bitch she bad
gucci (?)
She love it when she iced up
jumpin' in the Benz
In the jeep how she play
shop everyday
Pull up in the harley rally strip paper plates 100

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah garbage bag full full of dough homie
Mo money and mo bitches then I know homie
24's everytime I hit the do'
Suicide lamborghini doors mink on the floor
Priceless yeah I fuck that hoe
Yeah I fucked a movie hoe
Yeah I fucked a rap hoe
Yeah we get this money hoe
Cash money Young money bitch we bout this big money
Uptown livin' legends poppin' bottles blowin' hundreds
Catch me in this mud bitch
strapped in this mud bitch
Know about this combat shit
know about this hustla shit
Get it how we get it nigga
never (?) this shit nigga
no borrow big money how we do this bitch
hustlin' everytime I shine
shinin' everytime I floss
keep a extra mil on me that's just how a boss boss
youngin' got that flow money
diamonds on the toes money
Poppin over seas everytime we get some mo money

[Chorus]

4 My Town (Play Ball) Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Drake, Lil Wayne)

Play ball!
[Baby talking]
Yea, so priceless.
Life so priceless, nigga you understand me?
Its just like that.
My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless, my familia is so priceless nigga.
You understand me?
Either you with us or you ain't with us.
Either you in the huddle or you out the huddle.
Either you ridin or we pass flyin by sayin fuck you.
It's Young Money, Cash Money playboy, it's about the size of it, at the rooftop, so hot up here nigga.
Lets go!

[Chorus]
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound and I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town.
Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown and I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around.
See that Aston Martin, when I start it, hear the sound.
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown.
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass be at all my fuckin parties grabbin money off the ground.

[Drake's verse]
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for?
I could show you new things, have you feeling spiritual.
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes...Miwacles.
Yeah ok, they say that I'm the one, in fact, some say I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that.
I'm about my team hoe, Young Money runnin back, Cash Money superstar.
Where the fuck is stunna at?
Damn.

[Birdman's verse]
Untouchable, 40 with my AK.
Mastermind, big money heavy weight.
On the grind, flippin money in everyway.
Headline, my bitch shine everyday.
Pearl white, throwin P Marc Jacob gloves.
Cartier Louis case with a dope plod.From the mud.
Where they wet you and leave you in your blood.
Goin in, flippin hundreds, get the young "?".
Show'em where it go, floatin on the floor,
gettin more dough, grind hard go,
black diamond show, watch the flame blow.
And how you stay grounded cash no go.
And how you stay mounded cash no flow.
And how you stay shinin, bently on the floor.
And how you stay high, purple pine dro.
Diamonds wing fur, February snow.

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne's verse]
Uh, you know your paid, when you got baby witcha.
It's Young Money like Ben Frank's baby pictures.
I'm the lady twister, I kiss her wiskers.
I been runnin this shit, blisters.
Stickin to the script, movie star money.
And if ya gas'd up, I leave the car runnin.
I'm a big smoker, I'm a little drinker,
the peace sign is just a trigger and the middle finger.
Wha-wha-what you know about it?
man yall clueless.
I let two women ride me, that's car poolers.
I rock stupid ice, Mr. water coolers.
If yall in the buildin, then we are intruders.
Simmer down pimpin, let me handle this.
I know the game, analysts.
Man I'm the shit and yall are janitors.
Blow out the k-sh and crack a smile for the cameras.

[Chorus]

Hustle Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda)

[Intro]
Yea
Just like priceless
Something you can't see nigga

[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids (brrlah)
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money
Young Money, Gudda (Gudda) !

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda:]
Nigga I don't trust a soul so I ride alone
I keep my eyes in my rearview ridin' home
See I'm ready for whatever, understand me
Any situation, whatever the lord hand me
We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing
The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring
Roll the dice man we kill time gambling
W-wintertime top down, nigga real arrogant
Big money so we blowin' it apparently
C-cash money, young money, yea it's all a family
Birdman and Weezy they payin' all salaries
And I'ma ride wit em til they bury me

[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money

[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:]
Livin' that life
Livin' that life from under dem streetlights
But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin'
But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin'
And uh, a nigga wit strikes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own
But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm
And uh, now I'm killin' at night,
Killin' that night life on the east side
Leather on chrome
Television with the phone
And the top is so gone

[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money

[Verse 3 - Birdman:]
(Yea LFLS nigga, like father like son
All day very day nigga, make money til it don't make sense)
Yea flash the bright lights
Nigga smash on site
Born rich bitch-nigga live with no wife
Keep the pain of the price
Prices with the dice
Give a fuck about your life
Rollin' railish stripes
High like a kite, G4 every night
Overseas money bitch we do it so right
Don't do it right so we don't it all
Money hard
Bitch nigga playin' like a ball
Ball life, ya head life
Ya gettin' getcha game right
Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right
Twist ya life nigga, we live in sunshine
5-star condo and stay fly

[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money

[Outro - Birdman]
Yea just like dat
Pearl white, snow white you understand me nigga?
So clean, so fresh
Sharp red diamonds nigga
Pretty black tools (you understand me)
Yea hood bags of money nigga (you understand me?)
Gold picture frames nigga (you understand me?)
Big money shit
Let's get it big money poppin' boy
I see you little nigga
Just like dat
Uptown, we in the building bitch
Worldwide gettin' money boy
Yea, I'm talking that big money poppin' shit
Big money nigga, that 100

Shinin' Lyrics - Birdman (feat. T-Pain)

[Verse 1]
See I shit on my jet
never shit on my set
put shit in my tech
play pussy get wet
My shit all good nigga my shit and my hood
My shit bounce back like I know my shit would
Paper chase make money see the sunshine
Big time nigga put the money on grind
On rewind nigga set a new hieghts
get money all night
nigga takin' private flights

[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
shinin' like a sparkle
sparkle like I shine
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
cheddar cheese,the bread mucho deniro
I'm gettin' money

[Verse 2]
Got on the pinky red diamond
red bandanas
uptown soldier
that's how we plan it
swervin' in the bentley
All (?)
Tool on my side
that H in the caddy
duffel bag full of paper homie
big money nigga that's how we play it homie
While some niggas ball watch'em fall
watch them niggas don't fall ball and bounce right back nigga

[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
shinin' like a sparkle
sparkle like I shine
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
cheddar cheese,the bread mucho deniro
I'm gettin' money

[Verse 3]
With a leader
Sprite 2 liter
Watch with the meter
nigger couldn't see her
nigger wanna eat her
nigga you can eat her
money you can feed her
diamonds with a chauffeur (yeah)
new hundreds
milk colored new benz
new condo spent about 5 M's
New diamond teeth spent 1 M
New (?) and versace with the new lens

[Chorus T-Pain 2X]
You know I'm gettin' money
shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
cheddar cheese,the bread mucho deniro
I'm gettin' money

Shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
shinin'
shinin'
shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's

You know I'm gettin' money
shinin' like a sparkle (sparkle)
sparkle like I shine (shine)
bitch I'm on my grind
If you don't believe it look at these zero's
cheddar cheese,the bread mucho deniro
I'm gettin' money

Mo Milly Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Drake, Bun B)

[Birdman]
Make it so fresh, YM,
So fly so priceless, CMB bitch,
Just another day on the
Top floor of the balcony bitch,
Live it how we live it,
Mula, Drizzy,
You what it is, young appreciate that,
Its big money poppin baby boy,
Aint none of that lil biddy,
More, mo more milli,
More, mo more milli,
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly,
Big timer on the loose,
Got a bitch riding five,
And everytime I pull up you know I'm iced up,
When I step up in the club I light the bitch up,
Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck,
Candy paint rally stripe shining like us,
Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spots under the rack,
Bitch, ready to spray that,
Foreign grinds hard times,
Getting mines, you know up town,
Big time doing time,
You know, Harley Davis baby,
Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Baby, black, gold,
100 mill off the floor,
Never told now you know how it go bitch,
One hundred, one hundred,

[Drake]
Yeah
Your now fucking with the most requested,
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with,
And black on black 62 float majestic,
Me and stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected,
Caught up in a popularity contest,
Its about to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched,
Thank me later first week I'm taking all bets,
Because a million copies isn't really far fetched,
I keep credit cards in cash knots,
I keep my darkest shades on til the flash stops,
Its for my LA girls getting them implants,
And all my DC girls getting them ass shots,
Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open,
I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings spoken,
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion,
And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean,
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star,
Are all that fuels the conversations between y'all,
And dog thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga,
All cash money.

I Want It All Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Kevin Rudolf, Lil Wayne)

[Birdman]
Yea,
Birdman, Always priceless,
Cash money, Young money,
New Money, Swagged out,
Uptown we in the buildin'

[Kevin Rudolf - Chorus]
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,
I Want it all,I Want it all,I Want it all,

[Birdman - Verse]
Ride fly always on chrome,
Birds fly count when we get home,
big money in da garbage can,
New money every time we land,
Big houses, new cars,
Uptown, third wall,
On the wall with platinum plaques,
In the club throwin' hundred stacks,
She fly, my kind, and I brought her inside,
She saw the marble floor, Poppin' bottles blowin' dro?
She like just how I live,
Private jets from Beverly Hills,
Hundred mills on da platinum floor,
Hundred mills my son can glow,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I want the world,
You want the pussy,
I want the pearl,
I Want the life,
I want tonight,
My fruits are labor I want em' right,
That's right private flight,
Money get stacks to the highest height,
Better get your math and science right,
But I want the drama .. Guided light,
I-I-I want the height but I don't believe it,
I want it all but I know I don't need it,
Man, I just want whats cool,
And I want .. You!

[Chorus]

[Birdman - Verse 2]
Big diamond ring, Yea, yea,
Diamond face, hundred on 1 streak,
Everyday do it like its no sleep,
Round the way, choke cause we got heat,
Hundred g's on a chopper, new fleet,

No money never get no time,
Get money, stay on a n-gga mind,
Priceless strapped on a n-gga street,
Uptown YMCMB,
Gotta-get-it-fuck-crime-get-money-all-da-time-gotta-know-bout-me,
Bird-man .. OG,
Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine,
Tattoos blood line on mines,
Billionaires thats what it bout n-gga,
Billionaires we get loud n-gga,

[Chorus]

Always Strapped Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine)

[Intro:]
CMB, we in the buildin' Swag Out 100.

[Lil' Wayne:]
Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back.
Yes sir.

Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than a silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin'
2 bitches, gon' & eat each other's pussy.

Top chopped sent the car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unothodox
I got your bitch Ridin' my dick wit no shocks.
Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce.

I'm the hottest shit jumpin' out the coffet pot
Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil' kush make my eyes & my shoulders drop
Lil' syrup & I can make a soda pop.

Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggas wit me ridin' till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top.
Okay?

Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm...

Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back.

[Mack Maine:]
I'm Mack Maine, hey
Hey, to a man with a hoe with some pop trunk
I fuck over you like I'm sexin' on the top bunk
I make alot of noise, boy, like a cop car
The whip got the dicks out like a pop bra
& you ain't gotta ask your girl... you knew she knew me
From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke
She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy the buildin'
& I'm evictin' all you cats that only spit an ounce
& like a stripper ass you better bounce diggity, bounce, bounce.

Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm...

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back.

Yeah Shawty The Last MOB Flyin' The Mo' Gotti With The Tool On The Seat.

[Birdman:]
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blaze
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway.
Bet the house on the young 'un when we got paid.
Triple colors on the bikes in the new mercaids.
Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid.
From I-10's ridin' hot to an open bay,
Uptown made man out the hard way
Crab in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
I Thought They Knew Shawty
Like Father Like Son
Ball till you fall stuntin' wit them paper plates,
Throwin' hundreds on them hoes while we eatin' stakes.
We in the club poppin' bottles like everyday.
We grind for the shine nigga gettin' big money.
Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake
I'm on his island with this power like Scarface.
I'm in the Impala dropped top chawwnky
Ice man birdman rockin' red monkeys.

Already Nigga Nieghborhood Super Star
& We Gon' Ball 'Til We Fall.

Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm...

Always Strapped when I hit the club
Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs
& since I'm paid, bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back
Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back.

Grindin' Making Money Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Mr.Beatz, Lil' Kim & Nicki Minaj)

[Intro:]
This my 9 to 5
Still livin all that I like
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money

[Lil Kim:]
I grind all day gettin money
Damn it take all day to count the money
I'm in the freezer neck full of iceicles
I'm a dime you other chickas need a nickel
Who that in the phantom (kimmy!)
Or maybe in that mazarati or that S1-50
Or in that bulgatti you can't f**k with me
I do this for my niggas on the grind
And never be another me
What you out your mind
I get it poppin when it's money on the line
Damn I dropped the house on my wrist for the shine
Lambouton fendi dior all the time
I snitched in the louis store yea I dropped the dime
Got baby and big daddy slim on the line
The way that we ball I'm sayin is a crime
But we don't really care I continue gettin mine
Cause this my 9 to 5

[Chorus:]
All day
This my 9 to 5
Still livin all that I like
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
[x2]

[Birdman:]
Back on my stunna sh*t
Flyer with a extra clip
Flyer in the new whip
Ball hard the matchin whip
Keep my shorty with me sh*t
Make sure she flip that sh*t
Ride around deliver sh*t
Get some of this money sh*t
Hustle all the time and she shine when we hit the b*tch
Ball ever night in the club like we do this sh*t
Uptown soldier know how I roller
Brought a tour overseas now she all over
Hurricane hit that b*tch
Now we had to do that sh*t
Bounce right back in my hood with some new sh*t
Everyday sunshine keep my tool all the time
Blowin out the pound everyday the money on the grind

[Chorus:]
All day
This my 9 to 5
Still livin all that I like
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
[x2]

[Nicki Minaj:]
Ay yo
Innie mennie minnie moe
I'm pi-pi-pickin hoes
To pucker up and kiss my ass under the missle toe
Yes I am about my cake just call me animan
I keep a gentleman first nine benjamin
Don't mess with washington
Don't mess with abraham
Patty cake patty cake better get the bakers man
Frosted flakes is on my fingers fruity loops is on my wrist
Fruity pebble barbie pendant don't forget to ice my kiss
Now where my girls at
That stack money
That young money
That cash money
I work the red carpet you clean the red carpet
Go get your vaccum don't you get me started

[Chorus:]
All day
This my 9 to 5
Still livin all that I like
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
Grindin makin money
[x2]

Written On Her Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Jay Sean)

[Birdman]
Yeah, Birdman
Just like that

[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got
Her swag on lean
The way she dancin on me
Can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either
The way she grindin on me - you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Birdman]
(Yeah.. All red.. yup)
Gucci bag poppin tags
New crib brand new jag
Birdman party shine
Bad bitch all the time
Stay fly, ride fly
I’m stuntin’, stay high
Straight G, just like that
Throw 100, bounce right back

Red hot, hard top
Cash money hard knock
Bently frame, drop top
50 G’s, the bottles pop

Iced out, so we chill
Tunin’ up every automobile
Tatted up, life of a G
– 5 Starred –?

[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got
Her swag on lean
The way she dancin on me
Can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either
The way she grindin on me - you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Birdman]
yeah yeah
250 on the dash
yeah i’m livin fast
yeah I’m gettin cash
I need a bitch thats bad
Shawty play your role
We slammin phantom doors
She be like drive slow
We burnin purple smoke

I said I’d never fold
I promise not to stop
Just like my rolls royce
The way that girl drop
I need a hot girl
The way the girl hot
Dollar signs tatted on her
on her private flight

[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got
Her swag on lean
The way she dancin on me
Can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either
The way she grindin on me - you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Jay Sean]
I wanna be all over your body like it was my in tattoos
baby I don’t have to, I ain’t playin
and I needa some good girl in front of me baby
You drivin me crazy, yeahhh

[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS]
Yeah, she got
Her swag on lean
The way she dancin on me
Can tell that she a queen
Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either
The way she grindin on me - you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

Southside Lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro-Birdman]
Su woo

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south

[Verse 1 - Birdman]
Junior
Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip
Leaning to the right side army guns big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we coming with the flip
Cus we running with the flip
And the money is a must and hoes we don’t trust
Guns in the cut bitch know wassup
20 on the slab, 50 in the jag
Coming through the air hustling on her ass
Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild
Hustling with my child
Blowin’ out the pound, come from uptown
Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa!

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Careful with the swanga
Come and true banging
Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain’t hanging
Up on the post where the money do come
Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run
Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags
Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash
Back like I swung through, Hummer and the Benz
Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes
Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money
Been about be big money, get money, bleed money
Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Catch me in the neck of my woods
We all good, we all hood
Got them thangs taped that’s when I come through
Nigga got them paper plates money when we fall through
Brand new china k monster with the sun roof
Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers
That’s how we do it bitch stuntin’ every summer
Born breaded soldier, known high roller
K gave me the game hustling into know ya
Always strapped fuck if they coming, better be strapped
Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin’ rocking jewels
Fuck it we cool
Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from the south, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside
Y’all die, we all ride
Ey pussy nigga you know you ain’t from the south

[Outro - Birdman]
Ya just know it’s like you candy paint nigga
We don’t play with these pussies
Big money shit, global with it ya know
Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar
Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunz

"5 Star Stunna" (2007)

The Old Man #1 (Interlude) Lyrics – Birdman

Brian I want to make sure you and your whole crew is doing the right thing for you.
You got to remember...
One bad apple in the bunch is not a good thing.
You got a bad apple get rid of it now.
Cause all it's going to do is make rotten tomatoes and rotten apples out of the rest of the bunch.
That's where you lose your respect from.
You got to remember, the whole name of the game is being above board of everything else.
No bullshit. There can't be no lieing no nothin.
There's no going around you no guys going around you everything we do now is from the up and up.
All your guys if anybody you got doubt in your mind that you can't trust them they got to go now.
Because it's too late later.
Later than they got to go just like you say in some of your records
"you take the nine out with the seven cent bullet", that's all that's got to be done.
If there's any doubt in your mind now, anybody even if it's close to you, they got to go now.
We don't need anybody bringin' any heat to us.
We got enough heat lookin at us all over us as it it already.

Intro Lyrics – Birdman

Hey Bryan I'm glad you took some time to come see me finally, you know.
You got anymore room on your arms for them tattoos there buddy?
Eh? I know alot of guys in the joint that had them tattoos like that.
Lucky you're on the outside lookin' in.
But anyway, I'm glad to see you're doing well for yourself.
That's great. Junior's been bringing in a lot of money.
I like that. I saw you guys on that TV thing.
I see you won the peoples choice award.
We usually don't like to see our guys on TV but, in your case, ugh, it's a good thing.
You have to. So the real reason I made you come here today was because I wanted to talk about our next move. The money that's comin' in is great, but now it's time to flip it.
We got to put it back on the streets, and we got to make it clean.
You know with the sanitation and a couple of construction jobs.
I'm going to show you and teach you everything.
To everybody else this might be hard, but, we're ganna make it look easy.

Fully Loaded Lyrics – Birdman

[Chorus:]
I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone get nigga I'm a hit it tell me if u with me I'm gone get it nigga I'm a hit it nigga we can split it
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie

[Verse 1:]
I'm gone get it I'm in my shit nigga ready go and flip a whole clip nigga empty these bricks get it and go nigga and wrap it like shit bring it to my neck of the woods we hittin licks hustle like all the time livin like do or die we in these streets gettin money nigga stayin fly jumpin outta parachutes birds in the bentley coop we flippin blocks dump tha feds when they come thru that's how we get it hommie it ain't no flippin but we dippin like dippin off that dip when we toastin on em you know the money is a must and these hoes don't trust uptwown soldier nigga played it from the gut live mines split mines tap mines grind for mines take mines nigga let me live or let me die bitch before I let a nigga fuck with my strife bitch

[Chorus:]
I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone get nigga I'm a hit it tell me if u with me I'm gone get it nigga I'm a hit it nigga we can split it
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie

[Verse 2:]
All the time I'm the one that brought em on this grind brought em on this line brought em in this time showed em a good time showed em I got mine showed em I make mine showed em I'm bout mine off the rip nigga bout my shit nigga stay gettin this money homie flip it and dip nigga stay in these pearly whites brand new gucci frames fresh as a muthafucka bitch watch me do my thang holdin 11hundred do this shit every summa one of kind 5 star and them B's commin let them fleas go bitches we get mo nigga they all know we bout the cash flow

[Chorus:]
I gotta get it is ya with me I'm gone get nigga I'm a hit it tell me if u with me I'm gone get it nigga I'm a hit it nigga we can split it
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
I'm fully loaded homie
Yea I'm fully loaded homie

I Run This Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Birdman]
I run this bitch

[Chorus (Lil Wayne):]
And I'm gonna keep running
I'm gonna keep running one never running outta money
I'm gonna dog I'm gonna stunt
If i don't do nothing
And my car so pretty all these hoes wan fuck it
I got pussy wet paint
Big boy shoes
Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
I gotta black ass gun
And a bad yello bitch
And it looks like I'm gonna die like this

[Birdman]
Cause we be stunning on these bitches
Get money on these bitches
$250 on the wrist nigga we be the illest
We be the realist
CMB nigga
Uptown soldier with the money to the ceiling
Shining like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire 100 deep and we chilling
Finger on the trigger, that's the uptown living
High to the sky no dobbin for fishes
Hustling, doing donuts in the lam
Candy on the slam
50 on the av
100 at the crib
Get it how you live
Stuntin on these bitches red diamonds how i feel
I run this bitch

[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]

[Birdman]
I'm a uptown solider
Know how I roll her
Money go get her, MLB all over
Hustling with the birds, go and take it off his shoulder
Grinding with the homies, got the game out the nose
100 gs wrap, hood with a strap
Blowing on the dojo, nigga stuntin in a 'lac
Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack
Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac
Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back
Brand new truck, a brand new bike
A brand new house, a brand new sike
A brand new bitch with a hood rich life
I run this bitch

[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]

I run this shit

[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]

The Money "So Fresh" Lyrics – Birdman

[Chorus]
FRESH
Comin' through shinnin' on them pussy's keep that lama on me nigga, get money on them pussy's (so fresh)
Shinin' all the time, my ice be bubblin' gucci to the maid and the hoes (so fresh)
Got the candy on the seat, the belt and the package nigga under the heat (so fresh)
So the time be the time, it's a must a nigga shine so we stay up on the grind

[Verse 1]
See the big money talk see I got it from the big nigga... (big nigga)
from the lil' nigga... (lil' nigga)
to the field nigga.. (field nigga)
(?)
Want the whole blow so we put the game down and we got it under control...
disrespect the G code, fuck that, we know how them pussy niggas just act up, and go home.
Yeah
see, I seen it first handed put I still look like a man nigga did it with the gun in my hand.
(Fresh)
Whether, get it any weather,
rain or snow, we shinin' for the cheddar
Money in the lama how we grindin' on em birds keep flying while these niggas keep hatin' on em
Yeah, that's why they come up so short
Like (?) tell me this ain't pussy...

[Chorus]
FRESH
Comin' through shinnin' on them pussy's keep that lama on me nigga, get money on them pussy's (so fresh)
Shinin' all the time, my ice be bubblin' gucci to the maid and the hoes (so fresh)
Got the candy on the seat, the belt and the package nigga under the heat (so fresh)
So the time be the time, it's a must a nigga shine so we stay up on the grind

[Verse 2]
Find me in another town, doin' like it's my town
5 star G homie anywhere I leave my crown
Burnin' with a few bitches
may know about the riches
boss hog new nigga thats a whale to these new fishes
So we chill at the hotel
5 star (?) and she know me well
and that's just my thing,
goin' straight to the bank
and how we work that thing, you know the game brings money over bitches
and bitches over money
Them hoes chasin' so them niggas keep runnin'
Back to my saddle homie
mils and pounds on him,
uptown crown see the number above the bitches?
See we live above the heights
do it under the lights
we do it so bright (so bright)
like picked tomato
ripe picked tomato
make your head a tomato
BITCH

[Chorus]
FRESH
Comin' through shinnin' on them pussy's keep that lama on me nigga, get money on them pussy's (so fresh)
Shinin' all the time, my ice be bubblin' gucci to the maid and the hoes (so fresh)
Got the candy on the seat, the belt and the package nigga under the heat (so fresh)
So the time be the time, it's a must a nigga shine so we stay up on the grind

[Verse 3]
Landed on my island again
jet black helicopter
you know I got that other chopper,
that's how I'm flyin' homie
hittin' them switches on em
complete a mission on em
one of a kind sky high that's how we gettin' it on em
got the money though
trade the bird bag
gucci and reverda bag
Louie and fendi bag
You know we trippin' when we tear the whole mall down
It's big money homie this is how we shut it down
Yeah nigga we sip, to dip
dip on this money as we, chase and flip
higher than high life
thats just another sight
put it in your life
that's just another flight
yeah
got a car on full
mashed the whole gas nigga get it till your good
see, I play it for the hood
got it out the hood and a nigga ain't full

[Chorus]
FRESH
Comin' through shinnin' on them pussy's keep that lama on me nigga, get money on them pussy's (so fresh)
Shinin' all the time, my ice be bubblin' gucci to the maid and the hoes (so fresh)
Got the candy on the seat, the belt and the package nigga under the heat (so fresh)
So the time be the time, it's a must a nigga shine so we stay up on the grind]

[Outro]
Go hard on these bitches
all the time nigga
(so fresh)
M.O.B till you D.I.E, M.O.B(?)
(so fresh)
that's what I'm talkin' about
nothing else
fuck it

100 Million Lyrics – Birdman (feat. DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Dre, Young Jeezy, Lil' Wayne)

[DJ Khaled]
Dis for da hood Dis for da ghetto
Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money
Dat cash money Dat 100 million dollar money
Nigga We got money We da best

[Ross]
Ridin big gettin mine
Two microwaves flip a brick at a time
Bandana on da handle ready for da whip
When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear Boss
I disappear in da middle of da night
When I reappear bet da boss look so bright
Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy
We ridin low Gettin high
80 round drum let ya know da time
When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine
Ridin on da 2 4s runnin ahead of my time
Watch runnin from kind Anotha one on my mind
Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line
In da hood ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch cash money

[Dre]
I spend about a 100 million dollars 100 million dollars 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto) and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up
If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up
If ya ghetto

[Birdman]
Everyday a new whip homie So you know I gets my shine on
Flip after we flip homie So you know I gets my grind on(gets my grind on)
Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi
Got money livin lavish Got bitches shippin baggage
Move dem thangs Get dem thangs Switch dat lane
Get dat chains Flip dem thangs Get yo money homie do yo thang
See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times
Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money like 10 mo times nigga

[Dre]
I spend about a 100 million dollars 100 million dollars 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto) and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya
ghetto hold ya hood up
If ya ghetto

[Jeezy]
Im from da ghetto da bottoms da hood da slums
money out here we just tryin to get some
Cool like Dre nigga A like K
When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say (Whoo)
Dont ever keep dem thangs where ya lay
Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay
Ya thought he was ya dawg said he was a G
Sounds like anotha code fiend to me
Niggas move sloppy and I really dont like it
Fuck around and get everybody indeited
Saw dis shit commin you woulda thought I was a psychic
Fuck around go dead broke tryin to fight it

[Lil Wayne]
I I I all night it I every day it
And when it comes to my dues I over paid it
Rated hood bitch Bitch Im hood bitch
I aint a asshole but Im on some hood shit
I wish I would switch I dont know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug like I cant smile
Like my grill big Cost me a 100 thou

[Dre]
I spend about a 100 million dollars 100 million dollars 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto) and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto hold ya
hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up If ya ghetto hold ya hood up
If ya ghetto

[DJ Khaled]
Cash Money Millionairs Cash Money Billionairs
Cash Money Trillionairs
We Rich We Aint Neva Gonna Stop Never
We Got Money Nigga

Believe Dat Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
Stunna it's your turn baby haha
And me the heart thrive
Yeah I be with dem different hoes
You know dem different hoes
I mean dem
Believe dat
Uh huh
Believe dat
Tell em girl
Believe dat

[Birdman:]
Got a bitch in the back
Got a hoe in the front
Got work in the back
Got more in the front
It be the birdman baby
Birdman everything kosher
Birdman baby feathers all over
Tony montano white leather soft sofas
Got to many cars so now I buy choufers
All about my penion like a motherfuckin loafer
I was in the crack game before baking soda
Bitch I'm a o-g bitch I'm o-g I'm gettin high off my money
Til I o.d see you don't know me the bitches know me my old hoes tell me go back to gold tee
King size bed nigga gold sheets gold bottle for breakfast nigga let's eat
I got five and they all sexy, they all drive new cars and they love me

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah cause I be with dem different hoes
I mean dem different hoes

Believe dat
Uh huh
Believe dat
Tell em girl
Believe dat
What's your name
Believe dat
Where you from
Believe dat
I know what your saying
Believe dat
Sike I'm just playing but
Believe dat

[Birdman:]
Look fresh with the heavy metal
You know I need that
Gucci stay fly on the stage believe dat
We one of a kind we do it til you see me black
Ice with the chrome and the silver how you love dat
Too fresh to cool too shiny too foo' too sunny spend money
That just what we do believe I'm shine believe I'm a grind
Believe me your girl at my house all the time believe
I'm a bout to hustla believe I've got the mustla believe I'm a stunna man you know I know the
struggle
Come from the pot pan come from another land
Come with a better game baby I'm the bird man

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah cause I be with different hoes
Ya know dem different hoes
I mean weezy
Believe dat
You jus gone cut me off
Believe dat

What
Believe dat
I know what
Your saying
Believe dat
I feel you
Believe dat
Ay why you crying
Believe dat
Yo you ain't lying
Believe dat

[Birdman:]
I'm on the yacht and boats
Pills and hydro
Bras and money homey
That's what a nigga know
She know I shine cause
You know I grind cause
She know I'm high with the metal all the time cause
And she believe me and she all in me
We poppin bottles to a few of her ocean b
I'm all nc. I'm all good daddy I'm the birdman
You know I'm in the new caddy
Believe me she get money just like me
I stay strapped with the flame in my new fleet
100 millon dolla suede seats with the leather seats
With the gator on the front with the platinum teets

[Lil Wayne:]
Ya bitch
I be with dem different hoes
I mean dem different hoes
I mean weezy
Believe dat
So you just gonna cut me off
Girl What
Believe dat
I understand
Believe dat
Believe dat
My girl say and I say believe dat [x2]

Yeah
Believe dat one hundred
Let me take a shot
I want my shawdy
I like dem tall thin and shot
Girl what
Believe dat
Believe dat

Wet Paint Lyrics – Birdman

Yeah nigga we gotta fly mothafuckin' whip you hear me?
we pull up you heard me?
Feelin' like them hoes gon' fuck your car huh? (let's go)

[Chorus]
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
my ice so hot (hot) car so clean (clean) leather so soft bitch you know what I mean...
my money so long, game so strong, make the bitch, break the bitch send the bitch home...

[Verse 1:]
See I pull up in the rang nigga gettin this change (gettin this change)
bitches been watchin' me doin my thing,
headin to the jet,
pull up in a vet
bitches in foreign countries been waitin' on that 'X',
pull up on another set
phone call 'bout sex
baby girl hittin' me up
tellin' me her pussy wet
seein' me on a eleven hundred,
uptown we stuntin
uptown rep hunter,
uptown get money,
beach and a harley
blowin' on the marley
baby givin' me brains like I just bought it
we ain't even trippin'
money we flippin
bitches keep comin'
and we keep dippin'

[Chorus]
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
my ice so hot (hot) car so clean (clean) leather so soft bitch you know what I mean...
my money so long, game so strong, make the bitch, break the bitch send the bitch home...

[Verse 2]
See I pull up in the phantom
tryin' to just handle it
bitches give me brains on the side while we handle it
I get the money
and then we go to (?)
goin out of state nigga
doin' it in other (?) nigga
kick it in the G4
know I had to let go
right in her face nigga doin' it so we got mo'
landed it on the island
that's what it is
niggas poppin' off but I get it how I live
Got the club tonight
so it's pussy wet candy
left the bitch home so it's
back out handlin'
hoes all over
hoes all rover
bitch know how we doin' it so the money's all over

[Chorus]
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
my ice so hot (hot) car so clean (clean) leather so soft bitch you know what I mean...
my money so long, game so strong, make the bitch, break the bitch send the bitch home...

[Verse 3]
She's a nasty bitch nigga a gansta hoe
love suckin' dick homie that's for sho'
models with the power make it rain make it shower
Model six foot with the money and the power
fresh to death nigga
car so clean
bitches wanna fuck my 400 machine
6 on the whip
5 on the G4
5 on the lambo
5 for my new hoe
I ain't even trippin' spent a mil on the bugatti
Two on the spider nigga I got her shit.
popped some bottles with the bitches I ain't trippin' on these bitches I be flippin' on these bitches...

[Chorus]
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
Pussy like paint,
pussy wet candy,
bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy,
my ice so hot (hot) car so clean (clean) leather so soft bitch you know what I mean...
my money so long, game so strong, make the bitch, break the bitch send the bitch home...

Grind Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne, Brisco)

[Chorus x3: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' grind, I said we gon' grind, yeah I said we gon' grind, yeah...

I'm grindin' ya'll.

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Fuck it we gon' get it on em'
Pop it and split it homie
Livin' and hustle on em, grindin' till we billions on em
More money new lens, more money new benz
More money two twins, what we toatin' homie
Got it from the bottom raised to the top with it.
Hundred million rock with it, hundred mill drop with it
Got the Benz and the phantom like way back
Hard to fit the cars in my hood, bitch touch that
model drinkin' out the bottle with it
On the island with it, money and power with it
Watch the lil nigga jam on you bitches
While I'll be sittin' on the island nigga fuckin' these bitches
One hundred

[Chorus x3: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' grind, I said we gon' grind, yeah I said we gon' grind, yeah...

[Verse 2: Brisco]
Same clothes
three days
watch me get my grind on
My auntie say I smoke too much that's why a nigga mind gone
I can't stop hustlin' I get it from my Dad
All I know is bumps, keys, stacks and zip-lock bags
rental car tinted out
time to hit the interstate
Got a fetish for ferrari's and bad bitch I can renovate
seeI ain't talkin' penny weight, I'm talkin big pun,
I'm talkin breakin' ya'll down till the last union
Poppy know my forte, I get 'em and drop 'em
They want 'em up the rug, we shak'em down and re'rock 'em
I gotta get it it's all about a dollar
I do it everyday so I do it blue collar

[Chorus x3: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' grind, I said we gon' grind, yeah I said we gon' grind, yeah...

[Verse 3: Birdman]
See I came across the state line, know I had to get mine
A hundred mill for the ticket
a full out straight grind
You know I had to get back where I started,
Know I had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered
Got more chips clippin' out the other lips
Bag full of birds homie born hood rich
Came from the rockets, straight to the top
That's how we gettin' it big money won't stop

[Chorus x3: Lil' Wayne]
And we gon' grind, I said we gon' grind, yeah I said we gon' grind, yeah...

All The Time Lyrics – Birdman

[Chorus]
Nigga I'mma stunt, yeah I'mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11's all chrome shit.
Nigga I'mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28's, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin' in this mothafucker born hood rich...

[Verse 1]
40 cal Nigga in the 2-2-3,
Left holes in the seat Nigga fuckin' with a G.
Got 2 titties A-R front line
51 on me maybach, all the time.
Now I'm on the grind five star to them hoes,
know I got this money so I play it how it goes.
Burnin' on that kush and they like that fire weed
off in the shack and we do it like bees.
Whole things runnin,
bitches keep comin,
fast lane in the hood stuntin' every summer.
Made it to the top, never see whats the bottom.
Know about the bottom where it rain and it shower
phantom in a range, tinted with them things,
Nigga ain't shoppin' if he playin' with some change
birdman daddy and it's not to mention
family rules nigga so we get it and spend it

[Chorus]
Nigga I'mma stunt, yeah I'mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11's all chrome shit.
Nigga I'mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28's, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin' in this mothafucker born hood rich...

[Verse 2]
Fact remain nigga my hood still the same.
Got the fire work nigga makin' all the change,
bitches given brains,
niggas ain't the same,
got the lil' homies out ridin' for the flame.
Warehouse full nigga nothin but some bricks,
got some toilet paper nigga full of that shit,
came back with it, did a few things.
Shorty made it home and I bought a new ring,
gave it to my jet,
fuckin' with the homies,
went back home nigga fuckin with the homies,
got a big house feel back on my shit,
got a million dollars nigga born hood rich.
Back on my set in a brand new truck
rally stripe nigga only play one color,
not even to mention,
doin' it out my senses,
leapin' for this money nigga jumpin over fences.

[Chorus]
Nigga I'mma stunt, yeah I'mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11's all chrome shit.
Nigga I'mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28's, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin' in this mothafucker born hood rich...

[Verse 3]
Specially with the tool nigga flew to Las Vegas.
Known as a whale so you know they can't fade us.
G4 nigga manufactured of this game.
One flight same night did it for the change.
Made a lil' homie all he needed for the fame.
Got all the game so he took it to the range.
Gun perk nigga, one work nigga,
do something get money don't hurt nigga.
Cash money bet, I roll up dice
stood in the fog if it meant my life.
Jet right quick hit the store in the bay,
get the purple kush and we burn everyday.
Back with the lama,
get it where I stand,
got to work with me so you know I'm the man.
M.I.A. nigga.
Lil' homie down.
One on my crown nigga I put shit down.

[Chorus]
Nigga I'mma stunt, yeah I'mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11's all chrome shit.
Nigga I'mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28's, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin' in this mothafucker born hood rich...

The Old Man #2 (Interlude) Lyrics – Birdman

[Phone rings twice]
Hello?
Yeah...
Yeah what's the problem.
Listen we went through this 100 times already, I don't want to hear it.
I don't care if the guy's in your family or not.
You brought him along that doesn't matter, I don't care.
He's not doing the right thing he's a liability get rid of him.
I don't want to here it.
I told you how I want it done, and that's the way it's going to be done.
Just finish it up the way it's supposed to be done.
I don't care about what he says, I don't care about nothing!
Just do it the way it's supposed to be done.
The way the plan was set, nothing else.
Clean it up, I don't want to hear about it just clean it, get rid of it.
Wash it out.
I don't care.
Do what you got to do.

Head Busta Lyrics – Birdman

You know what I'm sayin'
You know what I be like
Sometimes I just have to be that
Better you than me nigga
I would talk : what up K
Fuck 'em
You heard me

[Refrain:]
Gone get you head busta fuckin with the homies
Fuckin with my family nigga knows you been so phones
Gone get you head busta fuckin with my G's
Fuckin with my G's pussy niggas gone bleed
Nigga I'm a head busta yeah I'm a head busta
Nigga bust ya head mothafucker I'm a head busta
Yeah I'm a head busta I straight head busta
Empty on these clips only bitch give you some head busta

[Verse 1:]
Nigga mac in the 9 homey thats how I roll
Standin' on my throne nigga I call it home
Champs for the sim homey that's what we use
Knock 'en but the shoes get them pussies nigga blues
How price life get the whips and the jewels
Murder is a mothafucker last what we do
Go tem for stripes
Good with the two
Five star G
Never gone loose
On the other side it's just a up town thang
On another hit nigga bring a repain
Hit it while them slipping
Get em while them dipping
Call em in your car and they know we straight flipping
Bouncin' with the chicks keep tha nine on the hip
Lil may nigga and you know I run shit
Gotta get the money pain and the feuds
Pain what we ride pain make me do

[Refrain]

[Verse 2:]
Ya understand me home'
And your love on these streets nigga
I love it to hustle I love it to muscle
I love it to money
I know we gotta a lot of pain from these streets
It seems like there's no gang but

Money is the muscle on the streets but a dufle bag, garbage bag
Play with me nigga I'ma bust yo ass
Play with the family I won't see your whole family cry
Your whole family die and the nigga and I wonder why
Ride for soldiers ride fo' hustlers ride for them real niggas with the muscle
Straight in the situation
Niggas got a problem homey
Nigga bein' beefin' homey
Nigga's being creepin on
Late them up nigga put 'em in a shit of bag
Put 'em in a body bag zip 'em with a toe tag
Sell 'em whole thang
Pull the champ for the tears
Pull the champ for the homies that's not here

[Refrain]

[Verse 3:]
(Yeah believe that)
Fallin' nigga 50 they came back with it
Give him all the game and he wouldn't go and get it
He gave the nigga 20 another nigga 10
And 5 came shot lil when he couldn't win
Lil when couldn't win cuz he fuckin' with the homey
Against a lil nigga and never been phoney
Callin' him in his whip now he couldn't slip
Callin' while he's slipping so you know he gotta flip
The other lil' nigga gave him 20 as a pounce
Told him hold it down and he run up-town
He came back with it but he gave the nigga 5
Nigga play with 'em and you know the nigga die
I gave the nigga 2 hundred on them thangs
He brought it all back nigga gave me all my chains
Brought 'em one back he play with the chains
Nigga don't play so me made those haters swain

[Refrain]

Pop Bottles Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Chorus:]
Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles, (yea)
Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models (uh huh)
Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles (yea)
Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models,
[Birdman] OK, we poppin champaign like we won a championship game,
[Lil Wayne] Look like I got on a championship ring,
[Birdman] 'cause I ball hard,
[Lil Wayne] No bitch we ball harder,
[Birdman] I am the Birdman,
[Lil Wayne] And I'm the J-R-uh,

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
OK, start with straight shots and then pop bottles,
Pour it on the models,
Shut up bitch, swallow,
If you can't swallow,
Shut up bitch, gargle,
Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacob goggles,
I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Yeah I'm a motherfucker,
No I won't take your girl, but I shall take her tongue from her,
Can't you tell I'm in love woman?
Like no other woman,
Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart,
I thought you were my other woman

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Now as I recline behind my desk,
I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of checks, (money)
Got my own shoe brand new on the set,
Went from sitting in the cell,
To sitting on a jet,
From shitting in the cell,
To shitting on a jet,
I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets,
I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet,
So I scratch, and yes,
Junior is the best (shawty)
So many niggas from my hood on they back,
So many niggas from your hood on they back,
That's why we so paid and it be like that,
I'd rather pop a bottle,
Before I pop a gat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea, only sipping red champaign,
White-T, red hat, red bandanna,
Uptown, choppers fuck companions,
Fuck with the Birdman we chopping your companion,
Fucking with my son, and we run up on your mansion,
Chopper make music, bitch start dancing,
Stunner-man's back so you know the circumstances,
And I'm cooking up Tha Carter 3, no advances,
All my cars, all the latest automatics,
No lie, we don't even drive no asking,
Uptown, we packing and we stacking,
Young Money, Cash Money we the champions

[Chorus]

Love My Hood Lyrics – Birdman

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change.
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the mother fucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

I'm A Stunna Lyrics – Birdman

Yeah nigga
Thats what it do, thats what it does, thats what it is
And what always was
You heard me, believe that
This what is hidden for homeboy
Take this one to the bank nigga
and I can't fall for that, believe that

Bitch I'm a stunna, rap hunna
I'm just a nigga with a whole lot-a-money
Bitch I'm a stunna, rap hunna
(Yeah) Is a mobeek (yeah) with the money and power

Nigga we don't move hoes, we move 'em home
Got the game from the Gs nigga straight of the floor
Uptown nigga with a uptown soul
Flip a ice neat nigga drive a red rose
Hold up in the kitchen gotta heavy on the load
Hustle from the front straight to the back door
Money like trees flippin' these flees
Bitches all over cuz they know we got cheese
Rife M.O.B thats how it'd be
Cook a whole G let him, let him fly on the street
Tall like a motherfucker condo on the beach
Thats how we livin' with the datas on the seats

Bitch I'm a stunna, rap hunna
I'm just a nigga with a whole lot-a-money
Bitch I'm a stunna, rap hunna
(Yeah) Is a mobeek (yeah) with the money and power

We put the marble on the floor cuz we shine condo
The niggas act like hoes we let them all go
Coming of the ceilin' with the chopper and some dope

The Old Man #3 (Interlude) Lyrics – Birdman

Look at that. I don't think I've ever seen a boat 150 feet long.
I'm sorry they don't call that a boat, they call that a yacht or something right?
What's stickin' over the top of the roof of that-
Oh look at that they got a helicopter on top of the yacht, my God! Unbelievable!
That's a nice boat, maybe we can go out for a boat ride sometime, throw a couple people off the back...
Every time you see me you got a new car, a different car.
I didn't even know that phantom came out in a convertible yet!
And don't tell me that's that new Lamborghini that just came out.
That's about a million dollars.
First off, how's Slim going to get in that car, he can't even get in that car!
So that's how you's livin' here down in Miami.
I guess I got to take a couple more trips down here, keep an eye on you guys.
I can never know where you's are though you's in a different car everyday!
New car here, new car there.
I don't understand when we were young we had old cars with suicide doors,
the doors opened the guns came out, boom boom bang bang, we were done with everything and we left.

Make Way Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Fat Joe, Lil Wayne)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Hey!
See me point that gun at y'all me no play!
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
Me make way!
Uh Oh No!
Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so poor!
Me come them say Hey!
See me point that gun at y'all me no play!
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
Me make way!
Uh Oh No!
Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so poor!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Coca Bitch!
Here is something you can't understand.
How I can just kill a man.
Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster.
I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics.
Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that.
I ain't gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag.
Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate.
Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're niggerich.
I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me.
Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touched me.
"Pray and pray for my downfall"
BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured.
Speak from the heart, this emotional rap.
Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that. Crack!
A G what the streets done made me.
And the only language I speak is "Fuck You Pay Me!"
Bitch!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And when me come them say Hey!
See me point that gun at y'all me no play!
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
Me make way!
Uh Oh No!
Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so poor!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Say Pardon!
Bad man no take Pardon!
Peer gunshot army them make backup!
A man no fear no man, man no fear no one!
Man a real Islam, man a get down done!
A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car!
Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war!
Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster
You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya!
Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya!
Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya!
Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya!
And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And when me come them say Hey!
See me point that gun at y'all me no play!
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
Me make way!
Uh Oh No!
Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so poor!

[Ad-Lib: Birdman]
Yup! Put it in the air nigga.
Light your lighters in the air.
This for my dead homies.
Yeah!

[Verse 3: Baby aka Birdman]
"Gangsta Gangsta" that's what we yelling!
Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them!
We in the hood, getting money, we swelling
Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price
Bigger your stripes, you know what we doing tonight
We getting it right, we plan, then hit, then flight
We know the rules nigga, live by none
Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Gangsters don't live that long.
That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home.
And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning.
To walk up in a church and believe the sermon.
But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning.
Hoping that he understands my reasons for it.
No, I ain't evil; I'm equal.
And nigga I ain't sweet; motherfucker I'm diesel!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And when me come them say Hey!
See me point that gun at y'all me no play!
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!
Me make way!
Uh Oh No!
Him fro so dark and him hat so low!
Me never ever ask to become solo!
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!
Me so poor!