100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn..
[Chorus - Lil Wayne (2x)]
I gat (belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right [2x] (yeah)
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight...so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa
[Chorus - Lil Wayne (2x)]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket..co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy , i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!......(we kil)
(stunna baby)
[Chorus - Lil Wayne (2x)]
And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right [2x] (yeah)
Outro Lyrics – Birdman
Now let's get back on to the last part of bussiness
There is only one word for that, loyalty
Don't forget everybodys gotta be loyal
That's how the bussiness started
That's how everybody got togeether
That's how they got all these fancy cars boats n this n that
We lost couple of guys along the way
But we still strong because of the loyalty that we have, the trust
That's how we stood all these years
So don't forget loyalty
Money... all the money in the world can't buy loyalty
That's something that comes from your heart
Don't forget that
Don't ever forget your roots
Let's keep up the good work
There is only one word for that, loyalty
Don't forget everybodys gotta be loyal
That's how the bussiness started
That's how everybody got togeether
That's how they got all these fancy cars boats n this n that
We lost couple of guys along the way
But we still strong because of the loyalty that we have, the trust
That's how we stood all these years
So don't forget loyalty
Money... all the money in the world can't buy loyalty
That's something that comes from your heart
Don't forget that
Don't ever forget your roots
Let's keep up the good work
We Gansta Lyrics – Birdman (feat. All Star Cashville Prince & Yo Gotti)
This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nigga
It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
And then we back and bounce back bitch
YEA
It's real simple nigga
It's just seein to be what's in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that's how it goes.
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I'm prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna I get em from ten
(yeaaa)
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f**k em)
I'm about my business I git it from Slim
I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I'm gon swagga
Pimpin on the car I'm gon mask up or bang up
Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood,
So I'm like f**k bein famous
You don't wana live my life,
Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga
(Yeeaaa)What can I say but when it's on, it's on
If we don' call it off until everybody's gone
Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I'm a gangsta millionaire since
You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin
I'm 36 old fishscale still stand
Then eat the nigga
And I'm gonna ride fo my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the dudes be
Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b
I gotta a army and I'm the general nigga
Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga
I'm a button down bricks and voices off in my head
Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds
Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about it
And I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about it
But I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa
Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real nigga
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my city
All the tin mo things brand new in the minute
Every nigga in this mothaf**ka no me dog
Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall
Methomine project where I started the struggle
Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle
K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it
Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting
From the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds,
I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons
And I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git it
And got it on my mind cause it's money over bitches
All the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin from digits
Green bag full of cash nigga how we feel it
Stunna island poppin bottles nigga f**kin them bitches
Got the money and fame and them and them come on with it, mo hundred
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Money money money train nigga
It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
And then we back and bounce back bitch
YEA
It's real simple nigga
It's just seein to be what's in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that's how it goes.
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I'm prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna I get em from ten
(yeaaa)
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f**k em)
I'm about my business I git it from Slim
I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I'm gon swagga
Pimpin on the car I'm gon mask up or bang up
Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood,
So I'm like f**k bein famous
You don't wana live my life,
Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga
(Yeeaaa)What can I say but when it's on, it's on
If we don' call it off until everybody's gone
Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I'm a gangsta millionaire since
You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin
I'm 36 old fishscale still stand
Then eat the nigga
And I'm gonna ride fo my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the dudes be
Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b
I gotta a army and I'm the general nigga
Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga
I'm a button down bricks and voices off in my head
Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds
Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about it
And I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about it
But I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa
Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real nigga
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my city
All the tin mo things brand new in the minute
Every nigga in this mothaf**ka no me dog
Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall
Methomine project where I started the struggle
Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle
K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it
Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting
From the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds,
I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons
And I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git it
And got it on my mind cause it's money over bitches
All the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin from digits
Green bag full of cash nigga how we feel it
Stunna island poppin bottles nigga f**kin them bitches
Got the money and fame and them and them come on with it, mo hundred
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
Bossy Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Jason Derulo)
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 1:]
Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way
5 star doin it like everyday
Pick mama up ridin with the paper plates
Big houses 20 mills own estates
Brought her to my town
Showed her my uptown, showed her my uptown
Show her where i stood my ground
How we did it how we put it down
New money and we blowin straight out the pound
To the mall let her do what she do
She grind cause she wanna
And she hustlin too
I do it how i feel
I'm da boss of my shit
About 8, 9 o clock mama cookin my shit
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 2:]
When you see baby girl nigga rockin red
Best believe that she doin it for a nigga
Tear drop on her hand just like her man
14 tear drops nigga im the man
Stand my ground do mines uptown
Get it how i live nigga show em how i put it down
When i see her on TV cuz
It be like thats my blood (yeah)
Cause she rep me thoroughly
Uptown nigga hold me down thoroughly (Yeah)
And she fuck me patiently
And i love how she work me
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 3:]
So im back in my hood in the neck of my woods
5 star you know im good
5 star im out my hood
Put in work lil daddy so you know its good
Mama love my style i cant do it though
Been through a whole bunch of yall solo
You know its all good like i give it up
Gave it up, Got it up
Now im still standin up
I got me somethin in the plan though
Money in the hand doin it so brand-o
Bring her to an island let her piece it out
Lovin my gangster tatted out
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
Let it be known im the boss
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 1:]
Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way
5 star doin it like everyday
Pick mama up ridin with the paper plates
Big houses 20 mills own estates
Brought her to my town
Showed her my uptown, showed her my uptown
Show her where i stood my ground
How we did it how we put it down
New money and we blowin straight out the pound
To the mall let her do what she do
She grind cause she wanna
And she hustlin too
I do it how i feel
I'm da boss of my shit
About 8, 9 o clock mama cookin my shit
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 2:]
When you see baby girl nigga rockin red
Best believe that she doin it for a nigga
Tear drop on her hand just like her man
14 tear drops nigga im the man
Stand my ground do mines uptown
Get it how i live nigga show em how i put it down
When i see her on TV cuz
It be like thats my blood (yeah)
Cause she rep me thoroughly
Uptown nigga hold me down thoroughly (Yeah)
And she fuck me patiently
And i love how she work me
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
[Verse 3:]
So im back in my hood in the neck of my woods
5 star you know im good
5 star im out my hood
Put in work lil daddy so you know its good
Mama love my style i cant do it though
Been through a whole bunch of yall solo
You know its all good like i give it up
Gave it up, Got it up
Now im still standin up
I got me somethin in the plan though
Money in the hand doin it so brand-o
Bring her to an island let her piece it out
Lovin my gangster tatted out
[Chorus:]
I love it when she bossy
Sexy when she bossy
I know i am the boss
I kinda like it when she boss me
Love it when im bossy
Touch me when im bossy
She thinks she is the boss
She kinda likes it when im Bos(sy)
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
She thinks she in control but ima let her know
Who da boss, Who da boss
Who da boss, Who da boss
When we switch roles I let it be known
Im Da boss
Let it be known im the boss
Loyalty (Skit) Lyrics – Birdman
You Know While Your Mother Is Cooking The Macaronni
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
Today I Figured Id Sit Down And Talk To You Since Your Old Enough.
You Know Its Time That You Really Realize What This Family Is All About
Cause About This Time Is When Your Gonna Be Able To Join In
And Earn Some Real Money And Real Cash But Before You Do That
I Wanna Teach You A Little Bit About Loyalty,
The Main Name Of This Game Is Respect And Loyalty.
Family Is A Big Thing When We Do This Kind Of Business
Everything Is With Respect And When A Family Member Gets Outta
Line And Another Family Dont Like It One Thing Leads To Another
And The Next Thing You Know, Your Gone And Then Your Just A Memory Of Me,
My Hearts Broke Then, But You Gotta Remember Theres Always Family And Loyalty,
Loyalty Is The Main Thing. Obviously You Know I Dont Make My Money,
I Dont Make All My Cash From Uh Construction Jobs We Do And
Uh Sanitation And Private Stuff Is All Earned Money Through The Family
And Since Your Of Age Now I Think Its Time I
Taught You What Coming Into The Family And Respect Is All About.
So The First Thing You Gotta Learn Is The Name Respect,
Tha Means You Dont Cross Nobody You Dont Go Over The Line,
Once You Go Over That Line Theres No Coming Back Whether
Youre A Member Of The Family Or Not.
Thats When People Get Whacked And We Dont Want Nobody Whacked In Our Family
So I Gotta Teach You The Proper Way Of Respect.
When Youre Earning Money, Everybody Earns, Everybody Eats Bread.
Its All About Cash Money Thats What Its All About Making The Money.
So The First Thing Of Business Is This, You Remember Your Name,
You Dont Forgets Your Roots.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Thats Above You Especially Your Capo
Especially The Big Time Guys, Those Are The Guys You Listen To.
You Never Ever Disrespect Anyone Unless Your Told To Unless You Get The Okay.
And If There Is No Sit Down Theres Nothing.
Over Here Hustlin' Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus:]
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
It's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper
[Lil' Wayne:]
Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook.
And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book
Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh'
If your bitch don't know the rules, I will read her the book.
I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet.
I got the key to success, get money invest.
Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect.
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress.
OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess.
That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck.
Adam's apple meet banana clip.
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip.
They say the bullshit walks, the money talks.
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls.
Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all.
Its money over everything and bitches under all. M.O.B!
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown niggas.
It's the home of the hard knocks.
Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white.
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice.
Shop 'till you pop bitch, do your own thing ho.
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court.
Bling bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga.
Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings.
Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers.
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper.
Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga.
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga.
I spent a mill on my grill for real.
'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals.
We be grindin' while we shinin', nigga packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, nigga stackin' the bills.
[Chorus]
[Birdman:]
I say, we deep in the game, nigga. we switching the lanes, nigga
Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, nigga.
Fifty a fame nigga, a G a name, nigga.
That's what we do nigga, claim your fame, nigga.
Hop out a range, nigga. Fang in hand, nigga.
Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, nigga.
All this money, nigga. Jewelry and fame, nigga.
'Cause we be stuntin', nigga. Moving them things, nigga.
[Lil' Wayne:]
Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper.
White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin.
Go ahead and make the steak then, bitch nigga.
Bitch, nigga talkin'. This is how money sound.
I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round.
Yeah, and I just do's what I does.
You niggas couldn't even be who I was.
Stuntin' Like My Daddy Lyrics – Birdman
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can't see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I'm, I'm Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain't Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
I'mma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay
Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, throw a stack at 'Em
make a song about me, I'm Throwing Shots Back At 'Em
Ya bitch on my pipe, And She Like A crack addict
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My motorcycle loafs
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Matching grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cooking paying bills
On Stunner Island, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunner, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them chromed out 11 hundreds
You know we shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs'
Them Ounces And Them Grams, bitch we was born hustlers
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must've Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don't Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say g' morning To The Mail Man
What you Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I'm In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
If there's a throne, you're looking at a chairman
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
I'm Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I've Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
I am a Motorcycle Boy So I'm About to pop a wheelie
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I'm The Boss
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can't see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I'm, I'm Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain't Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
I'mma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay
Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, throw a stack at 'Em
make a song about me, I'm Throwing Shots Back At 'Em
Ya bitch on my pipe, And She Like A crack addict
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My motorcycle loafs
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 2: Birdman]
98's, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Matching grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cooking paying bills
On Stunner Island, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunner, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g's Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them chromed out 11 hundreds
You know we shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs'
Them Ounces And Them Grams, bitch we was born hustlers
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must've Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don't Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say g' morning To The Mail Man
What you Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I'm In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
If there's a throne, you're looking at a chairman
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent....Show Me My Opponent
I'm Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I've Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
I am a Motorcycle Boy So I'm About to pop a wheelie
[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money
What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I'm The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I'm The, Young Stunner, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
[x2:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Vrooom Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I'm The Boss
1st Key Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
[Birdman]
Yeah, hustlin on my city streets
Tryna get a whole ki (i bought my frist ki, my first ki)
In 93 and we was gettin 'em like for 25
Columbian connect, homey we was gettin fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the muthafuckin hood our guns got bigga
Stuntin on them niggas, gettin money stayin fly every day a nigga spendin
Ridin 25s and we blazin gettin high, nigga showin off his ride
Crusin through the beach nigga rollin in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hatin cause they can't see us
Know i got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they actin funny cuz they know a nigga strong
Money long and we comin
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Lil Wayne]
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started makin moves
In '98 (i got a brand new lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, i bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slangin, hidin packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man i got so much dough
(it's to the flow or i don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
[Chorus:]
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha
I bought my first ki
Bought my bought my first ki
I bought my first ki from my baby momma brotha (cooked it up myself and started ...)
[Birdman]
And i ain't touch a mothafuckin ki since '04
And thats the word that we servin, look thats all we know
Them niggas talkin shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And i'm back on the beach and we blowin out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the 3
Gangsta like a mothafucka me and my homies
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband thats what show me (my first ki)
Yup, then you know i had to be a hustla
I started sellin hubbers
Like Father, Like Son Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Huh
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
I't filthy rich wit quater keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put
it on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The nigga to fuck wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep cocked nigga ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
that's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And fuckin wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave but he was tellin me 'bout these pussy niggas back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when i was just eleven
He was my teacher so i was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher so i was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitchin the game
And yes i do the whole thang nigga give me my change
Yes we do them old thangs out the brand new Range
Lil nigga like his father homey doing his thang
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and cocked
Every nigga im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom thru my uptown blocks
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
[Lil' Wayne Speaking Thru chorus]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I..I..I..I hear you niggas whisperin'
I..I say whisperin' cause you niggas ain't hollering about shit
Ho, Puss Ass Niggas
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. Fuck the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Huh
Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
Nigga
[Chorus 2X]
There ain't no looooooove
(Like [8x], Like Father Like Son nigga)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [5x], Like Father, like Like Father Like Son nigga)
Father, father, father like son
You Ain't Know Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy
[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
[music to fade]
Family Rules (Skit) Lyrics – Birdman
Now the rules of the family has nothing to do with the outside world.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
The outside world don't count here this is an inner circle of our family,
what we say goes.
Anybody anyplace else that disrespects you deal with us,
if you're with us you're with us, and that's it,
that's the way it goes, there's no such thing
as an outsider comming in, we don't let no one in,
we use all of them to do our dirty work,
and they come in they do our dirty work and that's just the way it is.
your Family is your life that's what it is life and death.
Know What I'm Doin' Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain)
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah (Take a picture) Click click
(Take a picture) click click
(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin'
[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
Started on a corner now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours
I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores
When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack
'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe
If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece
A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease
You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard
Put Ross on the front just to front hard
Cash Money money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops
The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock
And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots
Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked
And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop
250 on the grill spent the same on the watch
Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock
I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights
I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night
Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright
Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes
Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life
Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old
Man I swear to God I was 12 years old
My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket
Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off
They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby
I tell 'em fuck 'em girl
18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world
Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2
I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you?
[Chorus - T-Pain - 2X]
[music to fade]
Don't Die Lyrics – Birdman
Yeah...Yeah
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman (over chorus)]
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
Check me out man..Yeah
[Lil Wayne]
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay
where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin
The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels
You should come join 'em
Do check the label
And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it
Gansta's don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up
[Birdman]
Yeah...
Nigga playin, doing about 180
Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor
Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin on everything
Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin
Niggaz puttin it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Naw, don't fuck with that dogg
Yo, I'm gonna knock your fuckin head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off
I'm comin back with it, and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it
Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci
[Birdman]
Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin money ridin dirty
Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, nigga's stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns
[Chorus]
[Birdman (over chorus)]
Yeah nigga,
Un-fuckin-believable
I know y'all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga
You know, they mouth like they ass
Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya' heard me
Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga
And let us through that motherfucker, ya' heard me
Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back
Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world
Ain't Worried Bout Shit Lyrics – Birdman
[Lil' Wayne]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
[B]
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
[B]
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man
[B]
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga
[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
[B]
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this
[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
One
Out The Pound Lyrics – Birdman
[Hook: Birdman]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook - 2X]
Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]
We got the diamond in the back (Yea)
Tinted rolled up (Yea)
Blowin' out the pound
In a brand new truck
Where ya at wit' it?
Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy
Money over bitches
[Intro over the hook]
Yea, this one here for uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
All the time, but it's a must that we do this here homeboy
Yea, uptown already nigga!
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet
Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die nigga
We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money nigga, mo' money nigga
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
What it do H-Town?
Wha's up B-Town?
Wha's up A-T-L?
Chea
Hit the town in a Phantom and a G
Wit' two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas
Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas
Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch
Money won't change nigga neva average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea nigga
We been blowin' out the pound all day hustlin'
Ya heard me?
And this is how we get down at the end of the night
After all that grindin'
Shit
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's jus' how it is
Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryna get a mill'
Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer
Minx in the winter
Ice year round
Twenty on the pinky
Damn my town
Went down sinkin'
Made my rounds
Bounced back bankin'
Neva fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
[Hook - 2X]
Yea
That's what it do nigga
We better hustlaz than you nigga
Money longer than yours lil' nigga
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them niggaz can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]
Leather So Soft Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard... she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard...
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come daddy
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna... nigga
[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[music to fade]
Army Gunz Lyrics – Birdman
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera
You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come got her done never caught without one
Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And I'm here you are gonna need a chopper
And I'ma need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggaz ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggaz softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggaz talkin' about me but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul
Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggaz 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'ma take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggaz hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O Forty-Fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because...
[Chorus]
Protector (Skit) Lyrics – Birdman
The other thing is this I want you to learn.
I want you to go around all over these streets and make yourself a protector.
You go in and you make sure these guys are all safe okay, you order them an order of protection, for a small nominal fee.
And that's the way you do it, you walk in and you tell 'em,
"Hey, you know we're going to take care of your business but you got to pay us X amount of dollars per week." So you collect from them, you bring it to us,
we give you your peice and your end of the money for your family, and then you go up and up and up the pole.
I want you to go around all over these streets and make yourself a protector.
You go in and you make sure these guys are all safe okay, you order them an order of protection, for a small nominal fee.
And that's the way you do it, you walk in and you tell 'em,
"Hey, you know we're going to take care of your business but you got to pay us X amount of dollars per week." So you collect from them, you bring it to us,
we give you your peice and your end of the money for your family, and then you go up and up and up the pole.
Get That Money Lyrics – Birdman
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggaz just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money maaan so where the dollars at
?? beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus - Lil Wayne - 2X]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Young'n get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap... yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
[Lil Wayne]
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hardbody these niggaz boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .380 snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' Baby pay me
My 9-to-5 is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
No More Lyrics – Birdman
Yeah, Hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin man on the clock like hands grindin like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin
like keith gotta meke last forever for worse or for better gotta make it past the devil so guns i got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron
nevelle bu i just play to win holler back like heavy metal. smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes. my breads buildin bagels and legos when i rose
they froze trust me for the pesos im an a hole AK holes. think face blow and understand talkin money by the case loads gun off safety im in safe mode i
will hold court until the case closed. brown bag bitch
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
young new investment aint no turnin me back had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack and i aint never goin back sike i love the life standin
under the street ilght tryin to get off that white at a reasonable price nah i aint tryin to bargain wit ya niggas hatin well i guess they gonna be
starvin wit u i got 2 jobs i sell and cop shit like father like son well i was adopoted. i told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and i dont even wanna
tell u waht i did with my advance cause im only a man i had to feed my fam takin that hood shit and copped about 24 grams man i guess it is wat it is it
was wat it was before the rap game i waas sellin drugs either way im six figures before my first record ill stunt yall dont respect my my work habits im a
hustla
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies that how im hood rich and murder was the case got me
emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u up im rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta
hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin how roll
with the chopper if money on your block for the money ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money wouldnt stop us from ridin fly whips now they hoe out
jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy
and cash money cant save ya.
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right nah
I got the brown bag full of money i got the work goin to florida and i swore that i wont ever hutla no more but i dont never say that no more got my mind
right money right
High Lyrics – Birdman
Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothafucker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do's my thang nigga, I'm gettin' this change nigga
So who's to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chillin' with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doin' it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' nigga
And every summer had Hummer's nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker
Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Shit, please believe it
[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy nigga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy nigga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothafucker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a nigga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothafucker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Birdman]
Yeah nigga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame nigga, a G to my name nigga
I do's my thang nigga, I'm gettin' this change nigga
So who's to blame nigga, about the game nigga
They said I did it, so fuck them niggas
I gave the plan nigga, I gave the game nigga
I'm doin my thang, and still, fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga, I know the pain nigga
I know the fame, and still, fuck them niggas
Nigga, yeah we chillin' with them bitches on us
Holla nigga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' bout all the hood niggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
Nigga, and if you doin' it how we done it nigga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' nigga
And every summer had Hummer's nigga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' nigga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no bitch can't, and no nigga won't
Fuck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothafucker, and pop that mothafucker
Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her pussy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But fuck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
Cali Dro Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Daz Dillinger, Kurupt)
[Birdman:]
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
So Light It Up And Pass The Thang To Me
Im Fresh Off Patrol I Could Smoke A Whole P
Can Smell It In My Clothes You Can Smell It In My Seats
Thats How A Nigga Rolls I Was Raised In Them Streets
Im Rollin Up A Sweet
Im Fillin It With Keef
Im Too High To Talk Bitch Keep It Real Brief
If It Aint About Money You Dont Even Gotta Speak
I Smoke It In A Paper, Weezy Smoke It In A Leaf
And Nigga Ima Stunna, I Got Runnas
And We Keep Them Shotguns Like Huntas
We Smoke Thunda, It Put Me Under
Im Talkin About Straight Purple Kush That Thundas
See I Be Fuckin With Them Trees Cuz Im Straight Out Tha Jungle
Keep About Five Pounds And We Aint Even Tryin To Hustle
Yall Already Know How That Go
[Lil' Wayne:]
I Get My Kush From California
Get My Dro From Arizona
I Can Get it cross the boarda
I Got A Ridda Name Winona
And I Be Calmer Than A Somma
Inside Of The Phantom
And it's lookin like a Sauna
And I Still Stay High And I Still Got My Diploma
And I Still Keep The Maggie On Me Like Hommer
And Im Too Sick Man Im Spittin Out A Coma
And Im Still Lettin The Money Pile Like Goma
And I Smoke That Kill, Yall Blowin On Begonias
And I Keep A Fill Of That Grass Like A Farmer
And I Keep That Armor, Try Me And Ill Spin You Around
Ill Be With The Stars And I Aint Talkin Tinsel Town
Thats Right The Present Town, Bitches Tear The Fences Down
Like Prince In Town
Boy I Shits A Pound Of That Purple Rain On The Marvin's Day
You Wit Me Now?
Too High You Can't Set Me Down
[Daz:]
We Got That Ak-47 White Right On Set Painted
And Named It Orange Purple Kush That Million Dolar Top Brand
[Kurupt:]
I Got That White Ivory Ice Tee
Docters, Requestin Dope Weed
Blazin Up So Much Bomb
I Got A Bad Bitch On My Side
[Daz:]
See See We Just Smokin We Just Smokin,
We Just Tryin To Fire Up
If You Got The Bomb Bomb Nigga Come And Light It Up
[Kurupt:]
Yah Blaze Up Aint Nothin Like
Ridin By, Drivin High
Me And All The Hommies Smokin
Dumpin If You Chokin Smokin
[Daz:]
Smoke Slow When They Hit You Cuz You Might Pass Out
[Kurupt:]
Look Over At The Bitches Snatch A Blunt Up Out A Mouth Bitch
[Daz:]
Switch It To Another Scene
That Has You Smokin Endo Green
[Kurupt:]
Some Hommies Be On That Lean
Mix It With That Endo Weed
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
[Kurupt:]
I Like To Smoke And Drink
With That Nympho Plated Thang
[Daz:]
Because We Fucked Up We Fucked Up
You Know That We Fucked Up
About All That Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Fat Joe)
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you ??
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you ??
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Respect (Outro) Lyrics – Birdman
I'm so glad to see how far you've came in life.
And now since you're going to become one of the bosses, it's nice to say that someone's followed in my footsteps.
You can carry on the name and the tradition.
But remember one thing.
It's respect, never cross the line, and you'll always earn a lot of cash money.
And now since you're going to become one of the bosses, it's nice to say that someone's followed in my footsteps.
You can carry on the name and the tradition.
But remember one thing.
It's respect, never cross the line, and you'll always earn a lot of cash money.
Neck Of The Woods Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil' Wayne)
[Intro]
Uptown....
Yeah...yeah..nigga
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
[Lil Wayne]
Shhh
Gangsta to the core
Ankle wrap flamer
Paint your kicthen floor
Wit your whore
Shit you can't ignore
Things you indore when you fuckin wit the boy
All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more
I hear your bullshit
I play mat at door
I'm not a category
I ain't there wit y'all
I got a positive vibe but I ain't scared of y'all
Git the kid nigga did never that at all
That rat a tat go off
A black kak kak kak
I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion
She no how to stash quarters in a carry on
I blow outta town
grass when I'm outta town
Uptown in the buildin not a sound
Cuz killas don't get heard about
They get whispered about
Or you get murdered out (nigga)
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Birdman]
The first shot
The first nigga got shot
We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah)
A hundred g's
Nigga score some keys
Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)
We know them people been paper chasin
So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga
We keep the gats close, incase you wan know
You come to the hood I bet you a target nigga
Its all good till you catch a case
A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga
Well let me bring you back yesterday
I lil homie I know got full of that barma nigga
Fuckin round wit that kid and play
Nigga fuckin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga
Well let me tell you bout this game I know
You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Lil Wayne]
Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin
All that play buckin
Gon get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk
You look like jay-z's shirt
Fuckin wit that turf, I'm puffin on that smurf
Fuck it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas
Your son got choppas
And if you got enemies (yeah)
Your son got enemies (believe that)
That's uptown energy nigga!
[Birdman]
Don't waste no time on no bullshit
If it ain't hood shit
We spend a lil paper nigga
Well if you catch 'em in the hood nigga
It's all good shit
Go head do me that favor nigga
Well let me take you down deep in the inside
It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
It's when you gotta ride
It's when the homie die
And the money can't stop the pain in the inside
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Uptown...[repeat]
[Birdman talks till end]
Uptown....
Yeah...yeah..nigga
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown)
Show you wat we livin like (uptown)
[Lil Wayne]
Shhh
Gangsta to the core
Ankle wrap flamer
Paint your kicthen floor
Wit your whore
Shit you can't ignore
Things you indore when you fuckin wit the boy
All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more
I hear your bullshit
I play mat at door
I'm not a category
I ain't there wit y'all
I got a positive vibe but I ain't scared of y'all
Git the kid nigga did never that at all
That rat a tat go off
A black kak kak kak
I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion
She no how to stash quarters in a carry on
I blow outta town
grass when I'm outta town
Uptown in the buildin not a sound
Cuz killas don't get heard about
They get whispered about
Or you get murdered out (nigga)
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Birdman]
The first shot
The first nigga got shot
We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah)
A hundred g's
Nigga score some keys
Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)
We know them people been paper chasin
So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga
We keep the gats close, incase you wan know
You come to the hood I bet you a target nigga
Its all good till you catch a case
A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga
Well let me bring you back yesterday
I lil homie I know got full of that barma nigga
Fuckin round wit that kid and play
Nigga fuckin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga
Well let me tell you bout this game I know
You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
[Lil Wayne]
Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin
All that play buckin
Gon get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk
You look like jay-z's shirt
Fuckin wit that turf, I'm puffin on that smurf
Fuck it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas
Your son got choppas
And if you got enemies (yeah)
Your son got enemies (believe that)
That's uptown energy nigga!
[Birdman]
Don't waste no time on no bullshit
If it ain't hood shit
We spend a lil paper nigga
Well if you catch 'em in the hood nigga
It's all good shit
Go head do me that favor nigga
Well let me take you down deep in the inside
It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
It's when you gotta ride
It's when the homie die
And the money can't stop the pain in the inside
[Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)]
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Well let me take to to the neck of the woods
In my hood uptown
Show you wat we livin like
(walkin like a man
Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket
I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
Uptown...[repeat]
[Birdman talks till end]
Ghetto Life Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Bun B & 6 Shot)
[Birdman]
Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money
how we roll it out-is how we roll it in
know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga
we just hit a lick nigga
gotta bout 50 more years nigga
and I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla!
[Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack
a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack
now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it
a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life bitch an underground boss
disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)
quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga
one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH)
been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it
don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby
this dedicated to my niggaz on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop
[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
[6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga
any year crisp and clear ya hear me now
nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real
coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here
everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)
nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed
fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people
forty four bags and them people
in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown
know ya down all that drama (???)
thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know
it's so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed ya know
[Chorus]
[Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to poppin
when them niggaz go to drop e'm
make e'm all run go to scatter nigga
cause when you fuckin with the man
he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya
yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out
came through the neighborhood with the guns out
nigga don't make me drop the top
don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga
yeah and that was changeable evidence homie
that's why they let Rufus go
and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga
so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out
nigga and I'm tryin to get out
the dope game but I still let them birds out
[Chorus]
[Birdman ad libs to end]
Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money
how we roll it out-is how we roll it in
know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga
we just hit a lick nigga
gotta bout 50 more years nigga
and I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla!
[Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack
a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack
now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it
a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life bitch an underground boss
disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)
quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga
one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH)
been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it
don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby
this dedicated to my niggaz on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop
[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real
[6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga
any year crisp and clear ya hear me now
nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real
coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here
everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)
nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed
fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people
forty four bags and them people
in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown
know ya down all that drama (???)
thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know
it's so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed ya know
[Chorus]
[Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to poppin
when them niggaz go to drop e'm
make e'm all run go to scatter nigga
cause when you fuckin with the man
he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya
yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out
came through the neighborhood with the guns out
nigga don't make me drop the top
don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga
yeah and that was changeable evidence homie
that's why they let Rufus go
and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga
so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out
nigga and I'm tryin to get out
the dope game but I still let them birds out
[Chorus]
[Birdman ad libs to end]
Get It All Together Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil' Wayne)
[Chorus x2: Baby]
Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
[Weezy]
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet
I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know I'm like Kobe
You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens
And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga
It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city
The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown
Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one Birdman and one J.R
We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all
[Chorus]
[Weezy]
Murcing every murderer
In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man
[Chorus]
Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'
[Weezy]
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet
I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know I'm like Kobe
You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens
And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga
It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city
The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown
Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one Birdman and one J.R
We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all
[Chorus]
[Weezy]
Murcing every murderer
In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man
[Chorus]
We Got That Lyrics – Birdman (feat. 6 Shot)
Yeah nigga (Yeah nigga)
I don't know where I'm at but I'm somewhere ya' heard me (ya' heard me)
And I'm diggin' in my own pockets nigga (own pockets nigga)
gettin' my own money ya' heard me(my own money ya' heard me)
[Chorus: x2]
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
We got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
Nigga we got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
[Baby]
I got my prada joggin' suit with my B's on
We alligator the seats with white tee's on
I'm in my Escalade niggaz tryin' na' get paid
I got 'em for 10 5 we do this like erryday
I hit the mall tear it down with my bitch nigga
And let her spend money like it ain't shit nigga
I hustle 10 ways we do this like erryday
we stay up on the grind nigga know we got ta get paid
I hit the club V.I.P reppin' uptown
We poppin' bottles in this bitch that how we put it down
And every bitch in the club wanna be down
they know how a real nigga do it and wanna get down
So where ya' at, where ya' at throw ya' sets up
We stay fly in the hood when we coming up
I got the baddest bitch go head and check the list
You mighta' seen her on T.V. so how you love this (yeah)
[Chorus]
[6 Shot]
Different day nigga same ole' shit
Ten years I been fuckin' with it, huh, Fuckin' with it
Catch me ridin' in the bucket with it
I rather be caught with it than without it
Cause New Orleans niggaz is bout it (no doupt about it)
You can get it sold for solid
Keep my Impala 20 inches polished (styleish)
Gotta - when she want it
Gotta Ostrich (snake) Loabster (steak)
Watch I (take) a half and flip it to a whole and
Keep it white tee Girbauds
Keep the neck froze
With the ear lobe and the pinky
In the super sprot smokin' on sticky (don't think it's a game)
No baby I ain't playin'
Gotta deep stroke if ya' deep throat-
- get it play by play
Step by step rep nigga day by day Yea
[Chorus]
[Baby]
We rockin' Polo like it 1993
And these nigga actin' like it just hit the streets
We had the Dome bumpin'
We the Place jumpin'
We got this money nigga and that's when we went the stuntin'
We wore those Bally Compitions when we put it down
And every nigga in the hood wore they own crown
And John Law taught a nigga how to duck clowns
Cause evertime came round they laid the mutherfucker down
I saw some niggaz with the ice and then they put it down
But let me tell you homie I ain't gone never out it down
I'm worldwide gettin' money reppin' Uptown
And everytime hit the hood nigga I'ma shut it down
I got the mink with suade on them 26's
I ridin' high in the Benz I'm with some bad bitches
And Weezy F followin' me in a CL nigga
And when you see me you gone always see my lil nigga (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I don't know where I'm at but I'm somewhere ya' heard me (ya' heard me)
And I'm diggin' in my own pockets nigga (own pockets nigga)
gettin' my own money ya' heard me(my own money ya' heard me)
[Chorus: x2]
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
We got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
Nigga we got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
[Baby]
I got my prada joggin' suit with my B's on
We alligator the seats with white tee's on
I'm in my Escalade niggaz tryin' na' get paid
I got 'em for 10 5 we do this like erryday
I hit the mall tear it down with my bitch nigga
And let her spend money like it ain't shit nigga
I hustle 10 ways we do this like erryday
we stay up on the grind nigga know we got ta get paid
I hit the club V.I.P reppin' uptown
We poppin' bottles in this bitch that how we put it down
And every bitch in the club wanna be down
they know how a real nigga do it and wanna get down
So where ya' at, where ya' at throw ya' sets up
We stay fly in the hood when we coming up
I got the baddest bitch go head and check the list
You mighta' seen her on T.V. so how you love this (yeah)
[Chorus]
[6 Shot]
Different day nigga same ole' shit
Ten years I been fuckin' with it, huh, Fuckin' with it
Catch me ridin' in the bucket with it
I rather be caught with it than without it
Cause New Orleans niggaz is bout it (no doupt about it)
You can get it sold for solid
Keep my Impala 20 inches polished (styleish)
Gotta - when she want it
Gotta Ostrich (snake) Loabster (steak)
Watch I (take) a half and flip it to a whole and
Keep it white tee Girbauds
Keep the neck froze
With the ear lobe and the pinky
In the super sprot smokin' on sticky (don't think it's a game)
No baby I ain't playin'
Gotta deep stroke if ya' deep throat-
- get it play by play
Step by step rep nigga day by day Yea
[Chorus]
[Baby]
We rockin' Polo like it 1993
And these nigga actin' like it just hit the streets
We had the Dome bumpin'
We the Place jumpin'
We got this money nigga and that's when we went the stuntin'
We wore those Bally Compitions when we put it down
And every nigga in the hood wore they own crown
And John Law taught a nigga how to duck clowns
Cause evertime came round they laid the mutherfucker down
I saw some niggaz with the ice and then they put it down
But let me tell you homie I ain't gone never out it down
I'm worldwide gettin' money reppin' Uptown
And everytime hit the hood nigga I'ma shut it down
I got the mink with suade on them 26's
I ridin' high in the Benz I'm with some bad bitches
And Weezy F followin' me in a CL nigga
And when you see me you gone always see my lil nigga (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Smoke Out Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Tateeze, Magnolia Chop, & 6 Shot)
[Birdman]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga
to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
roll it up I'm smokin
roll it up I'm chokin
[Birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga
I went from G's and thieves nigga
we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)
to be the boss that I be nigga
and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in my city streets
[Chorus]
[Ta]
I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)
Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like
you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk
the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian
get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars
blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt
[Chorus]
[6 Shot]
I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness
got half the block complainin how loud the stench is
Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow
cause after a few hits ya through
can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby
hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy
keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right
got that light green, red, orange, yellow
got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
you ever ask a nigga bout me
cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week
Huh picture I'm an O.G.
from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki
[Chorus]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga
to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
roll it up I'm smokin
roll it up I'm chokin
[Birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga
I went from G's and thieves nigga
we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)
to be the boss that I be nigga
and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in my city streets
[Chorus]
[Ta]
I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)
Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like
you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk
the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian
get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars
blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt
[Chorus]
[6 Shot]
I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness
got half the block complainin how loud the stench is
Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow
cause after a few hits ya through
can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby
hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy
keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right
got that light green, red, orange, yellow
got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
you ever ask a nigga bout me
cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week
Huh picture I'm an O.G.
from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki
[Chorus]
Out The Ghetto Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Magnolia Chop)
[Baby Talking:]
Yea Nigga Right Now Im On Stunna Island Nigga Blowin Out The Pounds Nigga Fast Money Cash Money Nigga Got Bout A Mill Under The Mattress Bout 5 Mill In The Wall Nigga No What Im Saying Me In My Homie Hot Bezzle Nigga G'd Up To The Feet Up In By The Way
That's The Lil Homie Choppa Bitch
[Choppa:]
You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G Uptown Yea We Getting Down Shit Was Kina Hard From Me When I Lost My Moms Im The Murder Man How You Loving That Ride'n Thru A Drive By In A Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G
[Baby:]
On The Real For Real My Nigga On The Real My Nigga We Been Bout This Hustle Since 94 A 100 Mills The Deal My Nigga Project Skillz My Nigga We Got This Game Here From Off The Flo We Spin Corners For Real 1100 Catena My Nigga When We Out Here Pimpin Hoes We Get It How We Live My Nigga 10mill On The Crib My Nigga We Been Moving Birds On The Low We Stay Strap With The Mac In The Lack Nigga Since 85 Nigga Been Getting Stacks Nigga I Never Change On Nigga Bounce Back Gave The Lil Homie Game In The Nigga He Gave It Right Back Nigga Im From The Grounds The Niggas Call Uptown In Cash Money Is The Life Blowin Out The Pounds
[Choppa:]
Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G
I Gotta Eat On These Streets Live Are Die On These Streets Get Down On These Streets Survive On These Streets C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon You Can Take A Nigga Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant Take The Ghetto Outta Me
Yea Nigga Right Now Im On Stunna Island Nigga Blowin Out The Pounds Nigga Fast Money Cash Money Nigga Got Bout A Mill Under The Mattress Bout 5 Mill In The Wall Nigga No What Im Saying Me In My Homie Hot Bezzle Nigga G'd Up To The Feet Up In By The Way
That's The Lil Homie Choppa Bitch
[Choppa:]
You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G Uptown Yea We Getting Down Shit Was Kina Hard From Me When I Lost My Moms Im The Murder Man How You Loving That Ride'n Thru A Drive By In A Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G
[Baby:]
On The Real For Real My Nigga On The Real My Nigga We Been Bout This Hustle Since 94 A 100 Mills The Deal My Nigga Project Skillz My Nigga We Got This Game Here From Off The Flo We Spin Corners For Real 1100 Catena My Nigga When We Out Here Pimpin Hoes We Get It How We Live My Nigga 10mill On The Crib My Nigga We Been Moving Birds On The Low We Stay Strap With The Mac In The Lack Nigga Since 85 Nigga Been Getting Stacks Nigga I Never Change On Nigga Bounce Back Gave The Lil Homie Game In The Nigga He Gave It Right Back Nigga Im From The Grounds The Niggas Call Uptown In Cash Money Is The Life Blowin Out The Pounds
[Choppa:]
Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G
I Gotta Eat On These Streets Live Are Die On These Streets Get Down On These Streets Survive On These Streets C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon You Can Take A Nigga Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant Take The Ghetto Outta Me
Get Your Shine On Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil' Wayne)
[Baby]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say
[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on [x3]
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on [x3]
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on [x3]
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on [x3]
You know we gonna make it
[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One
[Chorus]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say
[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on [x3]
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on [x3]
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on [x3]
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on [x3]
You know we gonna make it
[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specially set, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One
[Chorus]
Fire Flame (Remix) Lyrics – Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Chorus: x2]
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
[Lil Wayne:]
Fresh out from my bid
Bitch it's Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy
If these niggas dogs, I'm animal cruelty
Don't fuck with me at all, cause I'm twisted like an Rubiks cube
Oh my, look how the tie has flown
And they say time is of the essence
But what if there clock is wrong
But all my problems will be second
And all my worries will be gone
I'll have money back for breakfast smell like "bitch I'm rich cologne"
Ha, I'm so relaxed my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch
If you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts
They say it cost to be the boss
I paid the price including tax
Bitch I'm a fire flame spitter
And to me you niggas wax
[Chorus:]
(What ya talking bout)
[Birdman:]
In this World with my Tommy gun
But 9 clipped the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass
5 star nigga, 2 mill on the dash
Yeah, militant minded
Upown soldier, you have been blinded
Grinding all the time, nigga
Stuntin, and we shining
Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing
Blah, the bottles keep poppin'
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin'
The bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
Iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I got pussy coming to me
Shot gun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
Sittin' in my hog, tell my chauffer to the pent house
Pockets so deep it's like my money gotta swim out
Marley say fuck em, Scoob say fuck em
Bitch I still the best overall like a jumper
Weezy F F, fire flame spitter
Hundred million dollars, pocket change nigga
[Birdman:]
See these first class flights
We strapped up in the trenches
Nigga want some business bitch
We getting it in this business
Some ten figure niggas blood rich gang nigga
Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga
Money and the power, swag out the shower
Spending nigga pen, them pussy's running like some cowards
Bigger than life nigga, c4 bitch
Ahundred million dolllars, my son born rich
Blaaapp!
[Chorus: x2]
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
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
[Lil Wayne:]
Fresh out from my bid
Bitch it's Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy
If these niggas dogs, I'm animal cruelty
Don't fuck with me at all, cause I'm twisted like an Rubiks cube
Oh my, look how the tie has flown
And they say time is of the essence
But what if there clock is wrong
But all my problems will be second
And all my worries will be gone
I'll have money back for breakfast smell like "bitch I'm rich cologne"
Ha, I'm so relaxed my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch
If you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts
They say it cost to be the boss
I paid the price including tax
Bitch I'm a fire flame spitter
And to me you niggas wax
[Chorus:]
(What ya talking bout)
[Birdman:]
In this World with my Tommy gun
But 9 clipped the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass
5 star nigga, 2 mill on the dash
Yeah, militant minded
Upown soldier, you have been blinded
Grinding all the time, nigga
Stuntin, and we shining
Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing
Blah, the bottles keep poppin'
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin'
The bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
Iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I got pussy coming to me
Shot gun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
Sittin' in my hog, tell my chauffer to the pent house
Pockets so deep it's like my money gotta swim out
Marley say fuck em, Scoob say fuck em
Bitch I still the best overall like a jumper
Weezy F F, fire flame spitter
Hundred million dollars, pocket change nigga
[Birdman:]
See these first class flights
We strapped up in the trenches
Nigga want some business bitch
We getting it in this business
Some ten figure niggas blood rich gang nigga
Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga
Money and the power, swag out the shower
Spending nigga pen, them pussy's running like some cowards
Bigger than life nigga, c4 bitch
Ahundred million dolllars, my son born rich
Blaaapp!
[Chorus: x2]
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
My Jewel lyrics - birdman feat. Bun B, Young Jeezy
[Intro:]
Yeah
Just like that, baby boy
Brrat
Y’all understand me
Bigger than life (crazy)
Y’all understand me? (yeah)
The sun do shine
Believe me (yeah)
Down bottom (yeah)
Brrat (yeah)
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
Going in a * sell
I’m raising hell doing swell
Make the mail*, the mirror
Make the money, * tell
Make the money
Flip the money
* show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus * mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I * her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a * bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft * do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather (brrat)
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Bun B]
This is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin’ so new
On some 2011 * when I come through
Black paint, black seat
And the black rims, too
Can you see me *
I’m creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four boy logo (logo)
Smokin’ * rolled up
In a damn * getting high as
* eagle dare drift (drift)
Ain’t that some damn *
And it’s true though
But it ain’t like I’m telling you
Something that you ain’t knew though
So don’t get it twisted like a noodle
I’ll put one in your noodle
And leave a * twisted
So what it do, Bro
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Young Jeezy]
Give me my *
Jizzle got it bad
He ain’t no fool (nah)
Jizzle ‘bout his bag
2010 drop *, 26-inch
Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah)
Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser
The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you
* heartless, he walkin’ with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that’s my Indiana pacer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin’ where I’m from ‘cause we’ll trail blaze you
Don’t leave no *
And that’s on everything I own
But I swear * love every * I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
Yeah
Just like that, baby boy
Brrat
Y’all understand me
Bigger than life (crazy)
Y’all understand me? (yeah)
The sun do shine
Believe me (yeah)
Down bottom (yeah)
Brrat (yeah)
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
Going in a * sell
I’m raising hell doing swell
Make the mail*, the mirror
Make the money, * tell
Make the money
Flip the money
* show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus * mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I * her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a * bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft * do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather (brrat)
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Bun B]
This is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin’ so new
On some 2011 * when I come through
Black paint, black seat
And the black rims, too
Can you see me *
I’m creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four boy logo (logo)
Smokin’ * rolled up
In a damn * getting high as
* eagle dare drift (drift)
Ain’t that some damn *
And it’s true though
But it ain’t like I’m telling you
Something that you ain’t knew though
So don’t get it twisted like a noodle
I’ll put one in your noodle
And leave a * twisted
So what it do, Bro
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
[Young Jeezy]
Give me my *
Jizzle got it bad
He ain’t no fool (nah)
Jizzle ‘bout his bag
2010 drop *, 26-inch
Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah)
Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser
The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you
* heartless, he walkin’ with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that’s my Indiana pacer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playin’ where I’m from ‘cause we’ll trail blaze you
Don’t leave no *
And that’s on everything I own
But I swear * love every * I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche
[Hook]
Give me my *
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
* the hustle money *
Buyin’ or sell
Private jets *
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
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