Presidential lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
Hey
Yeah, you know...
Screamin' Rich Gang
DRoc-DRoc-DRoc
I stack the money 'til I seen three commas, yeah, ayy
Money bustin' out my jeans
I been runnin' 'round with Stunna, yeah, ayy
We just turned a two to a four, turned a four to a ten, ayy
Ten to a dub, this Cash Money, my friend
I been down since the begin', I told you we'll win, yeah
All my niggas in, we took losses for the win (What?)
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Livin' life so lavish (So lavish, marble)
Presidential baby, Miss Gladys (Miss Gladys)
All about makin' my cabbage (Cabbage)
And we livin' life so savage (Savage)
Pussy nigga wan' play, you know I'm 'round here to ball, nigga
The gold chopper gon' spray
For the money, kill 'em all nigga
Safe house with no case (No case), came true
Got a hundred ways to get face (Get face), get the chips, yeah
Money bags like MoneyMan
Taliban, spent a hundred grand
From the streets, left in the sand
Gettin' money was the only plan (High life, Stunna man, Jacquees)
We sleepin' on a hundred mil' (You know what we doin')
We sleepin' on a cash mule (Rich Gang)
[Jacquees:]
I stack the money 'til I seen three commas, yeah, ayy
(They told me go and get it
Que you gotta get it, Que you gotta get it, Que you gotta get it)
Money bustin' out my jeans
I been runnin' 'round with Stunna, yeah, ayy
(If you runnin' 'round with Stunna, know you gotta get it, niggas got it, man I gotta get it)
We just turned a two to a four, turned a four to a ten, ayy
Ten to a dub, this Cash Money, my friend
I been down since the begin', I told you we'll win, yeah
All my niggas in, we took losses for the win
I know all these bitches 'round me for the come-up
Orange Lamborghini, stuntin' in the summer
I put my partner on the play, bitch fuck your runnin' up
I heard he think this shit a game, but we'll show ya (Bitch we'll show ya)
We don't know ya
Rich Gang, big chain, we 'bout to do it again (Yeah, what)
Rich Gang, big fame, I put my bitch in a Benz
Trouble stay doin' my dance (What?)
She put her hand in my pants, yeah
I'm livin' life, I'm the man
I'm kickin' shit like Japan
Everybody want a bag (Bag)
Everybody tryna get it (Get it)
Know some niggas hustlin' with they last (Last)
Tryna see they way to millions (Millions)
I gotta get a bigger digit (Digit)
If you start, you gotta finish (Finish)
Baby gave me the keys when I was 19
And told me, "Go and get it"
I stack the money 'til I seen three commas, yeah, ayy
(They told me go and get it
Que you gotta get it, Que you gotta get it, Que you gotta get it)
Money bustin' out my jeans
I been runnin' 'round with Stunna, yeah, ayy
(If you runnin' 'round with Stunna, know you gotta get it, niggas got it, man I gotta get it)
We just turned a two to a four, turned a four to a ten, ayy
Ten to a dub, this Cash Money, my friend
I been down since the begin', I told you we'll win, yeah
All my niggas in, we took losses for the win
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Hmm, yeah, Que
'Bout that time, youngin'
(You dig what I'm sayin'?)
(Get this money baby
Get this paper honey
Get this money baby)
You know DRoc
(Get this paper honey
Get this money baby)
Yeah we ride, suicide, South side
(Pussy nigga wan' play, you know I'm 'round here to ball, nigga)
Cash Money, FYBCMB
(Gold chopper gon' spray
For the money, kill 'em all nigga)
Rich life
(Yeah, they know)
Anythang lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
This the life right?
This what you always wanted right?
(Super Iz)
Got DRoc on the beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When I'm with you (Yeah), it's expensive
Liquor pitchers, drown when I'm with you
Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me
Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah), money's steady callin' (Callin')
We'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, yeah
They know I'm Rich Gang for sure (What?)
I got the money to blow (Right)
I get the money and go (Well alright)
Get deposits at the show (Yeah)
See the changes with big dawg
Stunna Man put me in positions (Stunna Man)
So it's all on me
Baby girl tell me what you're missin'? (What you're missin')
I think I feel your energy, my liquor's in your cup
3-4-5-6 rounds with me, I swear you'll give it up
Money we spendin' (Yeah), we got no limits, yeah (No limits)
Excuse y'all, this how we ball
Too many dollar signs, we don't see y'all (We don't see y'all)
When I'm with you (Yeah), it's expensive
Liquor pitchers, drown when I'm with you
Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me
Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah), money's steady callin' (Callin')
We'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, yeah
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Pull up in the foreign
Buck fifty, V12 (Yeah)
Lil' Que on a hundred (Yeah, you know that)
Bag full, nigga, run that
Bitch know that I'm baller (Baller)
Bitch say I never call her (Call her)
Candy paint and grind harder (Harder)
Stack it tall, shot caller (Caller)
Another hundred, bust digits (Bust digits)
The pussy talk and I'ma finish (I'ma finish)
'Bout the money, we with it (We with it)
Stunna Island, we livin' (We livin')
Hundred million on the wall (On the wall)
Quarter mil' on the Bentley (Bentley)
Fishtailing in the coupe (In the coupe)
Ten karats, she the business (Yeah)
[Jacquees:]
Me and Stunna makin' plays
Million doller conversations like how to put on for the gang
(How we gon' put them on?)
If niggas bitchin', we ain't trippin', the game will never be the same
(Ayy, this shit done changed)
Ayy, If you ridin', promise me that you'll never ever ever change
Ayy, promise you'll never switch up for the fame (You'll never)
We done fucked all the models (The models)
We ain't switchin' up for dollars (For dollars)
If I need ya, can I call ya? (Can I call ya?)
What you wan' say if I got ya?
Don't say the game changed
I know the game changed (I know the game changed)
I'm so real, I know they can lane change
When I'm with you (Yeah), it's expensive
Liquor pitchers, drown when I'm with you
Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me
Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah), money's steady callin' (Callin')
We'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, throw anything, yeah
And we'll throw anything, throw anything, yeah
You know I'm with the Birdman right?
Lost At Sea 2
Never lost over you
Alright, yeah
Cash Money, FYB, Rich Gang
Free Game lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
Rich Gang
(We we, tryna get rich as fast as we can
We, we, yeah, stack it up as tall as we can)
(Super Iz) DRoc-DRoc-DRoc
[Jacquees:]
(Your girl's with me) you fucking with the boss
I don't care 'bout what it cost (And she ain't tryna leave)
I'll fuck you like you want (She got a thing for me)
Girl tell me what you want (She know I keep it G)
The way I roll it ain't regular (No way)
My car ain't regular, I got no time for regular things
We can set it off in the Bentley, holler if you hear me
No other nigga kick it the same (No disrespect)
But when I talk, girl, you should listen
Givin' you game, pulled you out of the competition
Put you on planes, gave you somethin' to say
These bitches follow your pace just to check out your day, ayy
You ain't a lame, bae, stay away from lames, ayy
I'm giving you game, bae, soak up all this game
They don't like to see when you shinin', it's so obvious
Nobody wanna fuck up when everybody's watchin'
We we, tryna get rich as fast as we can
We we, we, yeah
Stack it up as tall as we can
(Your girl's with me) you fucking with the boss
I don't care 'bout what it cost (And she ain't tryna leave)
I'll fuck you like you want (She got a thing for me)
Girl tell me what you want (She know I keep it G)
The way I roll it ain't regular (No way)
My car ain't regular, I got no time for regular things
We can set it off in the Bentley, holler if you hear me
No other nigga kick it the same
[Birdman:]
Two-fifty on the new place (New place)
Got a hundred on the front plate (Front plate)
We jugg back on that cake (That cake)
Pull it down around my waist ('Round my waist)
We lace it up and stay fly (Stay fly)
Empty clip down on his face (His face)
We'll shoot it down with no case (No case)
She took it back to my place (My place)
The G5 on my way, and she landed on my lakes
So we did it all in one day
Gave her diamond with the new plate
So she love the life that we livin' (We livin')
Pay the dice and we flippin' (We flippin')
Ocean view is my vision (My vision)
We paid the price and we feel it (Brrat)
[Jacquees:]
We we, tryna get rich as fast as we can
We we, we, yeah
Stack it up as tall as we can
(Your girl's with me) you fucking with the boss
I don't care 'bout what it cost (And she ain't tryna leave)
I'll fuck you like you want (She got a thing for me)
Girl tell me what you want (She know I keep it G)
The way I roll it ain't regular (No way)
My car ain't regular, I got no time for regular things
We can set it off in the Bentley, holler if you hear me
No other nigga kick it the same
One Way lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah...
Somethin like, somethin' like (Rich Gang)
Feelin' like, feelin' like we made it
(Supa Iz) DRoc-DRoc-DRoc
You can get it, I feel it (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah (Ceiling, ceiling)
You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business)
Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah)
Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time)
I done put in overtime (Overtime)
I been hustlin' like this since back in the day
And it all paid off, what can I say? (Can I say?)
You heard the hype, you caught a one way to Miami (Miami)
Ayy, that's a bet, I'm on a round trip through your panties
We at the BET Awards, dressed like the Grammys
Pray to the Lord even though we sinnin' daily (Yeah)
Ayy, I've been tryna strap 'em down, don't want no baby (Don't want no baby)
Ayy, I've been tryna keep her 'round, lil' shawty dangerous (Lil' shawty dangerous)
And we've been runnin' through the town feelin' major, ayy (Feelin' major)
We take they cell phones now, bitch we invasive (We invasive)
I got a big house now with no neighbors (With no neighbors)
I make her jump up and down when she naked
Success feel better when you came from the basement
And I held everyone when they said I wouldn't make it (Yeah)
You can get it, I feel it (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah (Ceiling, ceiling)
You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business)
Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah)
Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time)
I done put in overtime (Overtime)
I been hustlin' like this since back in the day
And it all paid off, what can I say? (Can I say?)
[Birdman:]
Yeah, millions stashed in my house
Got a brick stashed in my safe
Got a million stashed in that ceiling
Keep a paper, them plates
Suicide with that chopper
Did this shit my way
Jumped off in that lane
Put a hundred mil' on my plate (Stunna, music)
Above the ceiling
And we illin' 'bout this money, 'bout this billin'
And we did it 'til we killed it so they know just how we livin'
Big paper don't come
Love a nigga with the money
Got the whip game and gon' stunt (High life, mmh)
I showed her love, she rose me
I showed her baby, can't fold me (Money, money)
High rollers so you know the fee
Get the money, control the beast
Live the life, get the big feast
[Jacquees:]
You can get it, I feel it (Oh yeah, yeah)
Stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah (Ceiling, yeah)
You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business)
Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah)
Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time)
I done put in overtime (Overtime)
I been hustlin' like this since back in the day
And it all paid off, what can I say? (Can I say?)
(Rich Gang
Winter time
Overtime, yeah...)
Depend lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. FYB & King Issa)
[Jacquees:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Super Iz)
All eyes on me (Yeah)
I see all eyes on you (What? What?)
All this money on me (Right), I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring (Right)
I could put a lot of weight on you (What? What?)
You showin' love to my team
Young niggas probably make a play on you (Why? Why?)
Every day is your birthday
I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace
I spend a lot of cake on you
I want your legs up in the worst way
Let me demonstrate on you
And keep your head up, don't you give up
Yeah, we dependin' on you
[King Issa & Jacquees:]
Don't you give up on me baby
You know I'm dependin' on you (I'm dependin' on you)
I even went bought you designer
You know I spent plenty on you
I just put double G all on her bags, yeah
Double G all on her bags (All right)
LV on all of her tags, yeah
LV on all of her rags (What)
We were the freshest in class, yeah
We were the freshest in class (Okay)
We gave you all of your swag, yeah
FYB, FYB, yeah, yeah
Remember them days I had to go and get the two-part
Had to serve up the racks, yeah
I had to clean up my kicks, yeah
Ridin' with the gang, with the clique, yeah
I want the whole family rich, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I had a gambling problem (Gambling problem)
That's why I get what I get (Get what I get)
I took some loss and some wins
But I done came up once again, yeah
And we done turned up once again
Them my brothers, not my friends
You gotta pick, you want the fame or the bitch?
[Jacquees:]
All eyes on me (Yeah)
I see all eyes on you (What? What?)
All this money on me (Right), I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring (Right)
I could put a lot of weight on you (What? What?)
You showin' love to my team
Young niggas probably make a play on you (Why? Why?)
[Jacquees & Birdman:]
Every day is your birthday
I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace
I spend a lot of cake on you (Pop a few cases)
I want your legs up in the worst way
Let me demonstrate on you (Show 'em from the top floor)
And keep your head up, don't you give up
Yeah, we dependin' on you
[Birdman:]
Shawty want me to wine and dine (Wine)
As we popped it off and got busy (Got busy)
See the real ones be the ill ones (Real ones)
Who built it straight from them trenches (Them trenches)
Them chandeliers with them bright lights (Bright lights)
Hundred G's for a hundred nights (For a hundred nights)
Candy cars with the long toy (Long toy)
Put it down under 'em bright lights (Bright lights)
This pinky ring cost a hundred thangs (Hundred thangs)
Foreign cars with the Bentley frame (Bentley frames)
Built for fame and we know the lane (Know the lane)
How to get the money but remain the same (Remain the same)
She want the life so we roll the dice (Roll the dice)
Couple of mil' just to fly the kite (Fly the kite)
We paper chase but live a high life (A high life)
Five star, we live a jet life, brrat
[Jacquees:]
All eyes on me (Yeah)
I see all eyes on you (What? What?)
All this money on me (Right), I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring (Right)
I could put a lot of weight on you (What? What?)
You showin' love to my team
Young niggas probably make a play on you (Why? Why?)
Every day is your birthday
I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace
I spend a lot of cake on you
I want your legs up in the worst way
Let me demonstrate on you
And keep your head up, don't you give up
Yeah, we dependin' on you
MIA lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
Ain't been in Miami in months
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love
Go get the lotion, let me rub, yeah
This ain't lust, yeah, I ain't bluffin'
Girl you're my focus (Girl you're my focus)
How the fuck you ain't notice? (How the fuck you ain't notice?)
That I'm the only nigga for ya (I am)
Never puttin' bitches before ya (Puttin' bitches before ya)
Let's take a ride down Ocean (Yeah, c'mon)
Girl we could slide to the fifteen (Yeah)
Go get some breakfast at the Big Pink (You like it?)
Girl it's a vibe when you with me (Yeah)
When you with me baby
Ain't been in Miami in months (In months)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (In months)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Captain?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love)
Go get the lotion, let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah, I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
Take you to Bal Harbour, let's go shopping
Come meet me in Sony and Versace
Now I could Gucci, Louis all your bags, yeah
She want Chanel, girl, go get all of that
Fendi bag, Balenciaga pants
Saint Laurent, Burberry handbags
Off-White you ain't never seen yet
Can you meet me, yeah, your pearl here at the ocean
Ain't been in Miami in months (Alright)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, me and Stunna Man)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Cap'?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Nah)
Go get the lotion, let me rub, yeah (Yeah, c'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah, I ain't bluffin' (What? Yeah)
I Got lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. Trey Songz)
Whoa-hoa
(Super Iz)
Got D-Roc on beats
(I got, I got)
[Trey Songz:]
(I got) I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, got it on me, girl
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (I got)
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
I got all this money, got it on me, girl
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
[Jacquees:]
Big money talkin' (Talkin')
You smell the money when I walk in (When I walk in)
Yeah I know you probably poppin' (Yeah)
But you know you're just an option (Yeah)
I could lead you to the Lambo (Yeah)
Fuck you good in Gucci sandals (Yeah)
Pussy wetter than in the sea (Yeah)
Let's take a trip to the beach (Yeah)
Let's pop tags (What?)
Would you like that? (Right, would you?)
I'm livin' life fast (Yeah, you know?)
Let's do the whole dash (What? Two-ten)
I'm tryna play with that pussy but I can't drive slow
I know the way I play with this money, I got your mind blown
I'm that nigga
Better hide your bitch, 'cause I'm that nigga
Twenty bitches, it's just me and Trigga (Trigga)
And all them like it nasty, and them bitches classy (What?)
[Trey Songz & Birdman:]
(I got) I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, got it on me, girl
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (I got)
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (Yeah)
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (Suicide, South side)
I got all this money, got it on me, girl (Top floor)
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (Tom Ford, Stunna)
[Birdman:]
Overdosin' this cash flow
Been hoppin' out that four door
Got a hundred G's and we bet more
Got a hundred G's with a hundred more
Playin' games but we livin' life
Five star, been rollin' dice
We'll hit him up then put him down
We'll lay him down for that right price
Them diamonds, boy, been dancin' (Been dancin')
Third Ward live fancy (Live fancy)
High life and we live the life
And we get the money and we clappin' (We clappin')
Hundred hills, we mackin' (We mackin')
Bounce back, straight dappin' (Straight dappin')
Five mics and we done flipped the fame
Got the paper, nigga, with no actin'
[Trey Songz:]
(I got) I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, I got all these girls
I got all this money, got it on me, girl
I got all this money, spend it on these girls (I got)
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
I got all this money, got it on me, girl
I got all this money, spend it on these girls
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
GWSC lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. Neno Calvin)
[Jacquees & Neno Calvin:]
Look, yeah (Yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Calvin)
(Rich Gang)
Girl you're fine, take your mind off of time
Each mind, girl you're mine (Bitch you mine)
Are you down, really down? Lay your body on the ground
Are you down (Is you down? Is you down?)
[Jacquees:]
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation
[Neno Calvin:]
Baby, kick your feet up, everything free
Drinks on me, weed on me (Weed on me)
M3RG (Know that), hah (Rich Gang)
Roll up some weed for the meantime
Hope you prepared 'cause I need mine
Few days with me and she feel fine
Fuckin' with you but she still mine
Feelings got her losing focus (Focus)
Pills got her pussy open (Open)
She just tryna get noticed (Noticed)
Give it to her slow motion (Motion)
I came up thuggin'
Right in my section, yeah murder mean nothin'
I murdered, they hate me
Drew in my face I cannot go a day, not got a day
Fuckin' on her for an hour
Smoke it off and take a shower
Shawty got me like, "Wowzers"
It ain't yours, bitch it's ours
[Jacquees:]
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (Yeah)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (Poppin' off, my partner)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (Few bad bitches)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (You understand me)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (It's simple)
Good weed, sex, and elevation
[Birdman:]
White Hennessy, Stunna blunts (Stunna blunts)
Cherry wood with the gold fronts (The gold fronts)
Get money or get dumped (Get dumped)
Don't play, nigga, don't front (Don't front)
Been a hustle, nigga, one of one (One of one)
Got a hundred with an extra drum (Extra drum)
Stunna Island with the whips and numbers (Whips and numbers)
Make the work flip, dip, and tumble (Rich Gang, tumble)
Palm trees with the big paper (Right)
Italian floors with the platinum gates (What?)
Big mansion up in LA (What?)
Fifty whips, nigga can't fade (Right)
Every day we the same (Right)
We put the block in the bank (What?)
We put the fire in the flame (Right)
We kept it G, never changed (What?)
[Jacquees:]
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (Right)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and conversation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation (What?)
Good weed, sex, and elevation
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Palm trees with the big paper (Palm trees with the big paper)
Italian floors with the platinum gates (Italian floors with the platinum gates)
Big mansion up in LA (Big mansion up in LA)
Fifty whips, nigga can't fade (Fifty whips, nigga can't fade)
Every day we the same
We put the block in the bank
We put the fire in the flame
We kept it G, never changed (We kept it G, never changed)
Good weed, sex, and conversation
Good weed, sex, and conversation
Good weed, sex, and conversation
Good weed, sex, and elevation
Good weed, sex, and conversation
Good weed, sex, and elevation
Easy lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. King Issa & FYB)
[Jacquees:]
I got big money dreams (Big money dreams)
Bright lights, limousines (Bright lights, limousines)
You see me on your TV (See me on your TV)
You know this shit ain't come easy, no lie
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy, yeah
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy
She tryna tease me, said she don't need me, but she ain't easy, yeah
I love my bitch, she get me so hard, she do it so easily
[King Issa:]
She make it look easy, pretty please me, all on her knees and yeah
I tell her, "Thank you," after she bless me, just like I'm sneezin', yeah
Head like a seizure, yeah
Remember forever, don't you get amnesia, yeah
I never need you, yeah
I'ma keep it a buck, I got shit on the line
Don't you be playin', girl, ain't wastin' my time
Fuck all that make-up, don't wear a disguise
Fuck all that shit, she don't nickle and dime
Gave you my heart, got the heart of a lion
Came with that action, you know I'ma be fine
Right now I'm goin' with the flow
They fucked up and gave me the flow
I got a lot on my mind, and right now you runnin' the show
Why is you runnin' to go?
I ain't gon' beg you, I kept it too player
She ain't with the gang, she just wanna lay up
I move through the city, they thought I was the mayor
I handle my business, I could never fail
They say you a ho, I could never tell
She love me so good, she fuck me so well
I'm grindin' 'bout love, in these shinin' lights
We shinin' bright, yeah
[Jacquees:]
I got big money dreams (Big money dreams)
Bright lights, limousines (Bright lights, limousines)
You see me on your TV (See me on your TV)
You know this shit ain't come easy, no lie
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy, yeah
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy
She tryna tease me, said she don't need me, but she ain't easy, yeah
I love my bitch, she get me so hard, she do it so easily
[Birdman:]
Might buy me a pound, smoke with my rounds, listen to Weezy, yeah
When I fly to your town, comin' around, you gotta come see me, yeah
Switch up my clothes, flip it to go, got a new season, yeah
And all of my bros, they know the code, we on that G shit, yeah
Birdman too fly for 'em
Stayed up, stay high for 'em
Drippin' off in that Tom Ford
Want a bag, come sign for it
It wasn't easy (Nah)
Run up, park, shoot, leave 'em (Leave 'em)
Shawty be leanin' (Leanin')
I don't move a muscle, I know she gon' feed me (Feed me)
You see how she treat me (Treat me)
But Stunna been boss, but Stunna been kingin' (Kingin')
We pull up, we squeezin' (Squeezin')
We got it from dirt and nothin' came easy (Nothin' came easy)
Yellin' RIP Lo (RIP Lo)
We miss him for sure
Rich Gang for life (Yeah)
But we livin' that life
[Jacquees & Birdman:]
I got big money dreams (Big money dreams)
Bright lights, limousines (Bright lights, limousines)
(Deep off in the middle on this world)
You see me on your TV (See me on your TV)
(Dry land, can't see)
You know this shit ain't come easy, no lie (Four hours walk)
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy, yeah (I see you, shawty)
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy (Pop one, real one)
She tryna tease me, said she don't need me, but she ain't easy, yeah (Callin', money on that chair wood, yeah yeah)
I love my bitch, she get me so hard, she do it so easily
Lifestyle boy, lost at it
It's too deep to see land
Yeah
Pull them skis out
Sticks with a hundred
You believe that?
But I make it look easy, make it look easy, make it look easy, yeah
Go Harder lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
I got Fareed over here, you know what I'm sayin'...
(Super Iz)
It's really real, ayy
Got D-Roc on beats
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up with a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water (Yeah, what?)
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright)
Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in a safe, ayy (Yeah)
If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Shout goes to Stunna Man (Birdman, Stunna Man)
We show for a hundred bands (A hundred bands)
Fifty in the other hand (Fifty in the other hand)
We get it, make you understand (Understand)
Lifestyle of a Stunna (Stunna, what?)
10 carats on my pinky (Right, pinky, shine)
Got a quarter mil' on my Rollie (Yacht face)
In the same game high-rollin' (Rollin')
In the same game, they show it (They show it)
We hood rich and they know it (They know it)
[Jacquees:]
I gotta go harder, I gotta raise my nephew
Up with a father, call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water (Yeah, what?)
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright)
Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in a safe, ayy (Yeah)
If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
See we had nothin', now I got more so I'm livin' private
Ducked off in Miami, somewhere out on Stunna Island
I'ma push the Lam', and Birdman push the Bugatti
We flexin' for real, my niggas, they really 'bout it
I ran through a mil', it's show money, didn't even count it
My house on the hill, and my closet look like Footaction
Ayy, or better yet, the Gucci store
You fresh, but yeah, you got the shit that I done wore before, yeah
I gotta go harder (Go harder), I gotta raise my nephew
Up with a father (A father), call mama to the rescue
Fuck keys, I want a push-starter (Push-start)
Yeah, I wanna make all my gold chains water (Yeah, what?)
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright)
Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in a safe, ayy (Yeah)
If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright)
Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in a safe, ayy (Yeah)
If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
Greatest Ones lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. King Issa)
Yeah, yeah
(Super Iz)
Got D-Roc on beats
[King Issa:]
Another one, we on another one (Another one)
I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son)
Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (Dust)
At the end of the day, all we had was us, nigga (Us)
Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur)
Nazareth like the Creator's son (Creator's son)
From the bottom, we done made it up (Amen)
Man, I swear I couldn't've made this up
Got a lil' bitch that be dancin' (She dancin')
I done left her 'lone but she still harrassin' (Harrassin')
She know I'ma do her wrong, no romancing
And I only want the Benjamin Franklins, thank you
Walk up in the bank like, "Hey, it's nice to meet you"
I don't tell her nothin' 'cause I'm what she wanna hear
You know I can bless ya, don't let 'em finesse ya
You ain't nothin' special, can't treat you like you special
I could teach you like professor, I could read you like a test
I could please you to your best, satisfaction, yes
I'm smokin', gettin' high like I got cataracts in my eye
3.14, all my niggas splittin' that pie, haha
Another one, we on another one (Another one)
I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son)
Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga)
At the end of the day, all we had was us, nigga (It was us, nigga)
Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur)
Nazareth like the Creator's son (Amen)
From the bottom, we done made it up (Made it up)
Man, I swear I couldn't've made this up (I couldn't've made this up)
[Birdman:]
Stunna, yeah
For real, let's get it D-Roc, out the pound
A hundred ones with a hundred drums (A hundred drums)
Supermodels with a hundred funds (A hundred funds)
Extra clips, we do it once (We do it once)
Super Bowl with the bass drum (Bass drum)
Simple money so they know we won (They know we won)
We mop the turf for the dead ones (For the dead ones)
We came through and we stuntin' for 'em (Stuntin' for 'em)
Alligator with a hundred bonds (A hundred bonds)
The woodgrain got the cherry fronts (Cherry fronts)
I been a stunner, bitch, I got the number (I got the number)
Pull up on you, bitch, another number (Another number)
[King Issa:]
Another one, we on another one (Another one)
I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son)
Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga)
At the end of the day, all we had was us, nigga (It was us, nigga)
Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur)
Nazareth like the Creator's son (Amen)
From the bottom, we done made it up (Made it up)
Man, I swear I couldn't've made this up (I can't make this up)
[Jacquees:]
Walkin' with a hundred thousand (Hundred thousand)
I buy anything I want, bitch, I ain't browsin' (Bitch, I ain't browsin')
Yeah, we been movin' up the mountain (Up the mountain)
Water fountain, jewelry wetter than a fountain (It's a fountain)
Mmh, this for them niggas that was doubtin' (That was doubtin')
I'm havin' extras, I can give your bitch allowance (Your bitch allowance)
Don't wanna play with my gang, we was down before fame
I was drippin' way before this shit blew (Before this shit blew)
FYB, I got a stain, we was switchin' up the name (What?)
Lil' nigga, Big Ed, and Shaquille shoes (Shaquille shoes)
Don't fuck with me right now, I'm on chill mood (Chill mood)
Make a wrong move, they'll kill you (Flame, for real)
[King Issa:]
Another one, we on another one (Another one)
I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son)
Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga)
At the end of the day, all we had was us, nigga (It was us, nigga)
Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur)
Nazareth like the Creator's son (Amen)
From the bottom, we done made it up (Made it up)
Man, I swear I couldn't've made this up (I couldn't've made this up)
You lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
Stunna Music
High life
Yeah yeah, yeah, uh
It's 2:30 in the morning
'Round this time you know we going in, yeah
I had to kiss so you don't throw it in, no
But you get crazy when you're horny
I feel like I should be your lover, I should be your friend
All those silly issues made up in your head
Money can pay for your time but it's not love (Yeah)
And love cannot pay for that shit that I bought ya
Swear to God I should be gone, leave you alone, 'cause I
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bull
You (Yeah, babe)
You (Ooh-hoo, yeah)
You, yeah
This is what I don't get
Don't know why I'm still here
All my passwords reset, yeah
And I know you did that shit
'Cause money can pay for your time but it's not love
And love cannot pay for that shit that I bought ya, yeah
Ooh, got me up on some drama
Knowin' this shit is a problem, yeah
Swear to God I should be gone, leave you alone, but I
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bull
You (Yeah, babe)
You (Ooh-hoo, yeah)
You, yeah
Know you got problems
You got a lot of problems
Know damn well I can solve 'em
You got a lot of problems
Know you got problems
I should be your lover, I should be your friend
All those silly issues made up in your head
Money can pay for your time but it's not love
And callin' me back with some bullshit like, "What up?"
Swear to God I should be gone, leave you alone, 'but I
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bullshit
I'd rather be with you and all your bullshit
Rather be with you and all your bull (Stunna Music)
You (High life)
You
You
Up One lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Birdman:]
High life
(Super Iz)
D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc...
[Jacquees:]
Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it (Yeah)
Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright)
Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh)
Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah)
Up one now, I'm on top for all the dishes now
Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down
Up one now, no way I could turn the city down
Up one now, them niggas hate when I'm comin' 'round
I just flew in all the bitches, snowin', I'm touchin' down (Yeah)
I gotta win, so it ain't nothin' that I complain about (Nah)
I'm on the Henn', probably don't know what you be talkin' 'bout (What?)
Money my friend, bitch I got M's in my bank account (In my bank account)
Fuck makin' friends, niggas ain't real anyway, hey (Yeah)
Fuck how you feel, I spend your deal every day, hey (Yeah)
Red Bathing Ape, ayy, with the red Gucci snake, hey (What?)
Free my dawg that's down the road fightin' his case, hey (Free Gotti)
Pray to God every day (Every day)
Thank God for the day (For the day)
My jewelry shinin' from a distance
I told you I would get it, you ain't wanna listen (What? What? Yeah)
[Jacquees & Birdman:]
Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it (Yeah)
Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright)
Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh)
Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah)
Up one now, I'm on top for all the dishes now (Yeah yeah)
Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down
Up one now, no way I could turn the city down (Bri, dim them lights for me)
Up one now, them niggas hate when I'm comin' 'round (Give him space)
[Birdman:]
Up one now, this fortune came with haters (With haters)
Can't save 'em 'cause we can deal with hatin' niggas (With hatin' niggas)
Gang bright, them rainy nights, can't save 'em nigga (Save 'em nigga)
They fell down in one round, couldn't weigh a nigga (Couldn't weigh a nigga)
One down, but they came in short
So we put two down the same way we show 'em to (We show 'em)
We eliminate the mediation and keep the paper
The situation, the situation, we can't erase it (Can't erase it)
Down, down, slide with my round (My round)
Wear that crown, will lay him down (Lay him down)
Bigger bags, we run the town (Run the town)
Loyal nigga, we out the pound
[Jacquees & Birdman:]
Yeah, up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it (Yeah)
Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright)
Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh)
Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah)
Up one now, I'm on top for all the dishes now (Yeah yeah)
Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down
Up one now, no way I could turn the city down (Bri, dim them lights for me)
Up one now, them niggas hate when I'm comin' 'round (Give him space)
Show Me Something lyrics - Jacquees & C-Trillionaire (feat. King Issa, BPace & FYB)
Hmm...
Yeah, yeah
Bad lil' mami (Bad lil' mami), pull up in Bugatti (Pull up in Bugatti)
Hop out dead fresh (Dead fresh), caught me a body (Caught me a body)
Fly like pilots (Fly like pilots), need no stylist (Need no stylist)
When I get dressed (Get dressed), I don't think about it, yeah
Got D-Roc on this
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin' (Yeah)
Gotta do somethin' (Right)
Show a nigga somethin' (C'mon)
Bae, come and do somethin' (For real)
Been too long (Yeah)
I gotta say somethin' (Got to)
I'ma pick you up (Right)
When I get home (Yeah)
Backwoods, Patron (Yeah)
Which one you want? (Right)
Know you like Hennessy (Yeah)
I see you feelin' me (I see that)
Bae, let's get gone (Gone)
We been here too long (Too long)
You feel my energy (Energy)
We got that chemistry (Chemistry)
Bad lil' mami (Yeah), bad lil' body (Lil' body)
Ass so fat that (What?), she can't hide it (No way)
She so solid (So solid), need nobody (Nah)
She so quiet (What? What?) but she rough ridin' (Ride), yeah
Bad lil' mami (Bad lil' mami), pull up in Bugatti (Pull up in Bugatti)
Hop out dead fresh (Dead fresh), caught me a body (Caught me a body)
Fly like pilots (Fly like pilots), need no stylist (Need no stylist)
When I get dressed (Get dressed), I don't think about it, yeah
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Started from nothin' (Started from nothin')
So you know how we comin' (You know how we comin')
Steppin' all on the furniture (Furniture)
And we lit like a furnace (Lit)
Gotta stay with the burner (Burner)
That's your ho, I return her (Ho)
If it ain't about money (Nah)
It ain't a concern (Nah)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the cash in the front (Got the cash in the front)
That bitch in the front (That bitch in the front)
And she rollin' a blunt (She rollin' a blunt)
Told her pass me the blunt (Told her pass me the blunt)
I told her I'm next up (I told her I'm next)
And she got her legs up (She got her legs)
You know I'ma tear it up (Yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' mami (Yeah), pull up in Bugatti (Trill)
Hop out dead fresh (Dead fresh), caught me a body (Caught me a body)
Fly like pilots (Fly like pilots), need no stylist (Need no stylist)
When I get dressed (Get dressed), I don't think about it, yeah
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin', uh
Let me get a lil' peek, uh
She a lil' freak (She a lil' freak)
Beat that lil' pussy to sleep
If it ain't 'bout money (Ain't 'bout money)
Don't wanna talk (Don't wanna talk)
Then shawty get violent, hair color violet, money in the vault, yeah
I see through the bullshit, quit lyin' to me (Lyin')
She gon' do whoever, ain't goin' for Que
Hop in the Range and ride the beast (Yeah)
Hop in the booth and ride the beat (Yeah)
We 'bout that action, don't try to beef (What?)
She hangin' 'round stars and strategy (Skrrt)
Pull up on the block, I'm swervin', uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit it from the back and murk it
Bad lil' mami (Bad lil' mami), pull up in Bugatti (Pull up in Bugatti)
Hop out dead fresh (Dead fresh), caught me a body (Caught me a body)
Fly like pilots (Fly like pilots), need no stylist (Need no stylist)
When I get dressed (Get dressed), I don't think about it, yeah
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Lot of money in the pockets (Got the money in the pockets)
Show a nigga somethin' (Show a nigga somethin')
Got the ass I like (Got the ass I like)
Wise Words lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Birdman:]
Got my lil nephew Que with me
[Jacquees:]
Yeaah, Aye ima tell you how it really go
These wise words from the youngin
I got the knowledge, I was honor roll
Can't fuck with shawty she too vunerable
You play your roll let's see how far you go
And I gotta Stunna on the defense
It be that nigga that ain't honorable
Can't you see me, can't you see me
These diamonds on me really gleaming
I'm on the henny I ain't leanin
I step out cleaner that a deacon
I know these niggas probably watching me
You jack my swag, I know you copy me
Money through with you lil niggas
So I can't see you niggas stopping me
And please don't turn down the mood
We know these niggas jealous, and they acting cool
I done ran out of old hunnids, I back spendin my blues
And I'm lost at sea on a yatch and my plus my rolex a pool
And then I stack my money longer than you
Yeaah, aye ima tell you how it really go
These wise words from the youngin
I got the knowledge, I was honor roll
Can't fuck with shawty she too vunerable
You play your roll let's see how far you go
And I gotta Stunna on the defense
It be that nigga that ain't honorable
[Birdman:]
You know nephew, when these pussies act like pussies, we gotta play'em like pussies
If I dont make money, it don't make sense
On my mommas soul boy, on my mommas soul
Early with this money, got a couple of them hundreds
Running down with them numbers
Know we bout them numbers, we did it nigga for them numbers
Got hit niggas with no numbers, nigga went to court and he g'd up and ain't say nothing bout numbers
Get money hungry, money hungry
[Jacquees:]
Yeaah, Aye ima tell you how it really go
These wise words from the youngin
I got the knowledge, I was honor roll
Can't fuck with shawty she too vunerable
You play your roll let's see how far you go
And I gotta Stunna on the defense
It be that nigga that ain't honorable
I done messed up the game
Show me that pussy baby
Show me you ain't afraid
Birdman doing numbers and lil bitch I'm doing the same
It's fyb I want the money and my niggas feeling the same
And put some respect on the game
Yeaah, aye ima tell you how it really go
These wise words from the youngin
I got the knowledge, I was honor roll
Can't fuck with shawty she too vunerable
You play your roll let's see how far you go
And I gotta Stunna on the defense
It be that nigga that ain't honorable
[Birdman:]
Ice and Tools
Models and Life
Money and Dice...Blattt
RICH GANG, Club[?] banger
Lost At Sea lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
Yeah
I am Jacquess, this is, "Lost At Sea"
Birdman, Jacquees
I'm lost at sea just like a fisher, woah
Say we fallin' off, that's what they wishin' for
Tell the time nigga, that's what we pitchin' for
See these nines, nigga, that's what they pitchin' for
Put my young niggas all in a movie
Cause me and Stunna goin' stupid
Got my right hand on the Remy
Left hand on the toolie
I'm a rich kid, goin' Skooly
BBD, she goin' stupid
Say my diamonds got these bitches choosin'
Countin' money, goin' Juvie
Old nigga, new music
Old hundreds, couple blues
Niggas acting like they knew us
Fuck niggas never knew us
See, I just hit 'em with the dice
Say my name, I bet it twice
And me and Stunna have it nice
And me and Stunna shootin' dice
See, pussy niggas be surprised
When Jacquees hit 'em with the price
How Jacquees came up over night
Like I ain't hustle for the price
I swear to God, that we ain't losin'
Me and Stunna goin' stupid
Diamonds water, livin' boogie
Bad bitches in jacuzzis
This shit ain't happen over night
Ain't finna fight, shout out to Bright
And I got Cash Money up under me
And can't none of these niggas stunt on me
I'm lost at sea just like a fisher, woah
Say we fallin' off, that's what they wishin' for
Tell the time nigga, that's what we pitchin' for
See these nines, nigga, that's what they pitchin' for
Put my young niggas all in a movie
Cause me and Stunna goin' stupid
Got my right hand on the Remy
Left hand on the toolie
I'm a rich kid, goin' Skooly
BBD, she goin' stupid
Say my diamonds got these bitches choosin'
Countin' money, goin' Juvie
Old nigga, new music
Old hundreds, couple blues
Niggas acting like they knew us
Fuck niggas never knew us
[Birdman:]
Pack it up and ship it off
Stunna been a big boss
Stunna swimmin' with the sharks
Stunna pull up on a loft
CMB been ballin'
Cash Money never fallin'
Whip it up, we gon' ship it by cost
Birdman givin' all this
Get the bird, ship 'em off
Young nigga take the broad with some raw
Raw D, raw D
Stunnaman from way down bottom
Put it in, up in a five-star Jeep
Bizzo!
[Jacquees:]
I'm lost at sea just like a fisher, woah
Say we fallin' off, that's what they wishin' for
Tell the time nigga, that's what we pitchin' for
See these nines, nigga, that's what they pitchin' for
Put my young niggas all in a movie
Cause me and Stunna goin' stupid
Got my right hand on the Remy
Left hand on the toolie
I'm a rich kid, goin' Skooly
BBD, she goin' stupid
Say my diamonds got these bitches choosin'
Countin' money, goin' Juvie
Old nigga, new music
Old hundreds, couple blues
Niggas acting like they knew us
Fuck niggas never knew us
Dallas lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Jacquees:]
Me and Stunna living lavish
It's up to me I gotta have it
Cash money soldier bout that action
Ima knock'em off they balance
We been smokin all this weed
Fuckin women on the beach
I been livin in the palace
Aye me and Stunna living lavish
Aye I got bitches out in Dallas
Shakin booty, strippin for the money
Hit the stage and get the money
Ima king, I'm fresh up out the dungeon
Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid
Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas
Hey I been kickin like a king, Hey I been living out a dream (my dreams)
I pull up in a limousine, fresh up on a magazine
Florida water unclean, spot a hater with the beam
Aye birdman know that shit so cool
Me and Stunna hit the road, Aye me and Stunna gotta go
Aye we gotta get on the road, I gotta get on the road
Aye I'm having somewhere to go
Aye Stunna gone and let them know that I got you
Young nigga full of flame like a dragon, no braggin
But..
Me and Stunna living lavish
It's up to me I gotta have it
Cash money soldier bout that action
Ima knock'em off they balance
We been smokin all this weed
Fuckin women on the beach
I been livin in the palace
Aye me and Stunna living lavish
Aye I got bitches out in Dallas
Shakin booty, strippin for the money
Hit the stage and get the money
Ima king, I'm fresh up out the dungeon
Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid
Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas
[Birdman:]
Flew up out went to Cali, old school wearin Bally's
Cartier with the shades, never could live average
Dallas living like Mavericks, wall safe full of cabbage
Pussy nigga know me, I'm all about my fees
All about my g, knowing how we gone eat
Moving up with them birds, Cali kush and that word
Cali cooking that bird, Cali moving that herb
Uptown my words, spent a Bentley get served blattt
[Jacquees:]
Me and Stunna living lavish
It's up to me I gotta have it
Cash money soldier bout that action
Ima knock'em off they balance
We been smokin all this weed
Fuckin women on the beach
I been livin in the palace
Aye me and Stunna living lavish
Aye I got bitches out in Dallas
Shakin booty, strippin for the money
Hit the stage and get the money
Ima king, I'm fresh up out the dungeon
Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid
Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas
Aye we got women out in Cali, Giuseppe steppin with the bally's
I pull up on you with a model
Got GTV on all my bottles, got GTV up on the chain
I pull up on them in the mustang, I probably fucked on they main thang
Jacquees don't just rap, he can sang (Jacquees sang yeah, yeah)
I'm in the 6 with my woes, on the chap finna hit candler road
We don't buy shoes out the store
I'm a young nigga that wanted some more (some more), ima go get me some more (some more)
And Birdman got my back like coats
Cash money youngin, they don't fit the roll
Me and Stunna living lavish
It's up to me I gotta have it
Cash money soldier bout that action
Ima knock'em off they balance
We been smokin all this weed
Fuckin women on the beach
I been livin in the palace
Aye me and Stunna living lavish
Aye I got bitches out in Dallas
Shakin booty, strippin for the money
Hit the stage and get the money
Ima king, I'm fresh up out the dungeon
Bugatti in the drive way, hey fuck a hater I am paid
Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas
Da Lifestyle lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
[Birdman & Jacquees:]
Miami palm trees, 305 lifestyle
Lost at sea
Can't see nothing but the water, no dry land
Even with binoculars nigga
[Birdman:]
It's 'Sace on the road, [?] all gold
Chandelier paper, real never fold
Kick it while we dip it, and riding on them 4's
Goal play the chopper, everywhere I go
See them lil niggas know me, know me
I get money like an OG
Show me, I show the lil nigga moldy, moldy
Cause we do it for the money, the money
[Jacquees:]
I take you from this place, let me bring you with the crew
You know I'm spending cake and tonight it's all on you
So tell me what it take to get you inside my room
I put G inside your cup, I'm a show you what I do tonight
I know you're fed up
Cause he won't do it to you right
I put you on this lifestyle right now
Ain't got a man, but how it sound?
I, jump in the coupe like Stunna, I
Smashed the daughter, Stunna smashing the momma, I
Got too much, check come with a comma now
I got so much, take care of my momma now
Can't you see what's going on
(I live like) every day's my birthday and every day I'm home
(Now what's the) prices baby, I just want to show you what I'm on
(I might just) fly you to the island baby, you ain't going home
You ain't going home
I take you from this place, let me bring you with the crew
You know I'm spending cake and tonight it's all on you
So tell me what it take to get you inside my room
I put G inside your cup, I'm a show you what I do tonight
I know you're fed up
Cause he won't do it to you right
I put you on this lifestyle right now
Ain't got a man, but how it sound?
I do this every day, we can do this every day
Body Right lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees
You said you gon' miss me
I'm so through with those things
I'm so sick of those things
Shawty, yeah
Don't got no time for strippers
I been on my grind so I'm up
And girls on the road just love to fuck
Every time that I'm away I'm with you
Ain't that I let a nigga come get you
What do I do? Guess I'm a fool, thinkin' 'bout you
I miss you too
You get my key, come straight to my home
When you get the key come straight to the home
My eyes ain't seen your body in a minute
My hands ain't rubbed your thighs in a minute
I'ma lay you on your side when I hit it
I know bitches tellin' lies, but you winning
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right
I'm gon' make you remember
I'm 'bout to take the cheap doors off in the winter
I keep a killer right beside me
In case these niggas want to try me
You ain't too much for me girl, am I too much for you
I see you all over Instagram, posting shit that you know ain't true
I been waitin', nigga tryna bust a move
You tryna see what I'm gon' do
You just want a reaction
Well fuck all your fears
You're coming with me
Bring you with me
Liquor and weed, fly overseas
Sex on the beach
Sex you to sleep
Girl I'll teach you a lesson
The love with me's a blessing
There's some pictures we ain't dealt with
There's some sheets that we ain't felt yet
There's some secrets you ain't tell yet
And these bitches got you jealous
Just tell 'em that I'm with you
'Cause I don't want no issues
My eyes ain't seen your body in a minute
My hands ain't rubbed your thighs in a minute
I'ma lay you on your side when I hit it
I know bitches tellin' lies, but you winning
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right
I'ma do your body right when I get it
I'ma do your body right
Overtime lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. Derez De'shon)
[Jacquees:]
Should've told you that shit last time
Money got me working overtime
So I'm a make up for the past time
Late nights by the ocean
Thinking 'bout what we could've been
All this money that we should've spent
But now I'm adding up my dividends
I'm living my life in Miami
Brought two choppers with the family
And me and Baby count a lot of cash
And we got bitches with a lot of ass
I fucked on your friend 'cause she wanted it
At least I hit you with the honest shit
Do you think it's love or the opposite?
Well I'd rather dwell on accomplishments
But can I take you by the hand though
And I'm a light up all the candles
I'm tryna give you that, I can't go without that
Know what I know
Beat it 'til your eyes closed
Make movies on your cellphone
But I'm coming to get you back
Oh God, oh God, I want you back
I guess that's what I get for overtime
See this what happens when you really grind
You gon' lose a lot if you tryna shine
So I turn my feelings to dollar signs
Every girl in the city, had to fuck with me
Broken hearts on the door mat
So much sauce, you can't stop that
Where would you be? Where would you be without me?
Still in these streets, still in these streets without me
Girl I've been getting this money
That's hundreds and hundreds and more
Don't lie, you really want money and honey I'm having some more
Been a long time since the world seen a nigga like me
Said it is what it is, it ain't hard to see
But I'm coming to get you back
Oh God, oh God, I want you back
I guess that's what I get for overtime
See this what happens when you really grind
You gon' lose a lot if you tryna shine
So I turn my feelings to dollar signs
[Derez De'shon:]
The pussy good and yeah I'm missing that
I lost you but I know I get you back
And if I got to choose between love and money
You know I'm a go get the bags
Tired of arguing all the fucking time
So lately I been working overtime
Gang bringing in the fucking dimes
So why you always tryna fuck someone?
Turned all my emotions to dollars
A check ain't never been no problem
Every bitch I want I got 'em
I just started fucking my followers
Everytime I jump in my Bentley I swear I get all in my feelings
Cause this is one hell of a feeling
Look up and I ain't got a ceiling, the sky is the limit
[Birdman:]
Sitting up, riding up, pulling up
Came up, G'd up, feet up, getting up
Big money, nothing changed
Every day, switching lanes
Fast lane, spending change
Flipping hundreds, moving things
Bratt, bratt bratt
Just the way it got to be when we do it (bratt bratt bratt)
Just the way it got to be when we do it
Just the way it got to be when we pursue it
Money nothing else, we do it
[Jacquees:]
But I'm coming to get you bae
Oh God, oh God, I want you bae
I guess that's what I get for overtime
See this what happens when you really grind
You gon' lose a lot if you tryna shine
So I turn my feelings to dollar signs
But I'm coming to get you bae
Oh God, oh God, I want you bae
I guess that's what I get for overtime
See this what happens when you really grind
You gon' lose a lot if you tryna shine
So I turn my feelings to dollar signs
[Derez De'shon:]
Y'all already know
Rich Gang, or don't bang
Jacquees it's your turn homie
Stunna what it do holmes
Rich Gang or don't bang
Please believe it
007 lyrics - Birdman & Jacquees (feat. DeJ Loaf)
[Jacquees:]
Lost at sea nigga
Can't see nothing but the water
Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side
You owe me money, better hide
Too many niggas, they done tried
Too many niggas, they done died
I took the pistol and I ride
Got pretty bitches getting high
007, I'm golden
And I brought my set to the Nolia
Nigga know what I'm doing
Bad hoes I'm pursuing
Bitch I might sit like a Bruin
Bitch we icy, fuck a Bruin
Hit that pussy from the back
I'm Chipper Jones with a bat
Ran off on the plug
And we ain't ever coming back
See me and Tunechi got a stack
See me and Stunner got a stack
See being broke is like an ex
And I ain't never going back
My jewelry shine like a plaque
You tuck your chain, you a bitch
Load the chopper, yelling free the 'Woper
Know we Gucci 'cause I'm from the six
Notice how I hustle the whole play
They been tryna block us all day
We ain't finna let 'em stop us
So I'm still on the block with my cousins
Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side
You owe me money, better hide
Too many niggas, they done tried
Too many niggas, they done died
I took the pistol and I ride
Got pretty bitches getting high
007, I'm golden
And I brought my set to the Nolia
[Dej Loaf:]
I said woah woah, yeah yeah
Chopper gon' hit you from both sides
Niggas be thinking shit sweet 'til we pop up
Kids close your eyes
Make sure before you come for me
Bitch close your thighs
Hoes can't control theyselves
It's a must they die
You don't even want to know what's in the trunk
That ain't the trunk, bitch that's the trunk
I been the shit since I was on sippy cups
You ain't got balls, pull your zipper up
That's a hundred right there, cool fifty tucked
Try to touch anything, we go cocoa puffs
Yeah, crack your coconut
Pussy
[Jacquees & Dej Loaf:]
Notice how I hustle the whole play
They been tryna block us all day
We ain't finna let 'em stop us
So I'm still on the block with my cousins
[Jacquees:]
Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side
You owe me money, better hide
Too many niggas, they done tried
Too many niggas, they done died
I took the pistol and I ride
Got pretty bitches getting high
007, I'm golden
And I brought my set to the Nolia
Flashy Cars Movie Stars lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
Yeah, welcome world, it's the H
Hustling, trap stars, rap stars
Big money popping, boy
Grinding, sun up, sun down
Put your life down for a nigga
Head first for this chubby
Flipping chickens
Hard body all the time
Fully loaded strap all the time
Money on the mind all the time
I tell me niggas, it's double MG, YMCMB
And money is the motivation
Everyday we wake up
Before the motherfucking eyes closed
Eat while we sleep
Eat while we don't even eat
You understand me, my nigga?
Rozay, stunna man
Richer than the riches
Bosser than the bosses
Modern tine, and we them niggas, yeah
We see past the future
Swag on the hundred, bitch game terrific
Size mat guarantee you to loose nigga
It's bigger than life boy
Mastermind to masterpiece
Hard life living, mansion top floor nigga
Paradise on earth boy
Million dollars and hundreds
A billion in the mind
Put your life on it
Take care of your team homie
Fulfill your dreams, homie
Nothing come between that
And keep your strap on you, H
Yeah, it's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
This that H, it's that real H Town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
Hustler music
Believe that, you feel me?
Birdman Ricky Rozay
Yeah it's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
This that H, it's that real H town niggas shit taking over
It's that classic shit, volume one, lost tape
Believe that, you feel me?
Niggas made 500 hundred dollars of a gram, nigga
Birdman, Ricky Ross - shit coming back straight
DJ Khaled, let's go
Times get hard, still gotta play your cards
Judge wanna judge me like he playing God
You know how them thugs be like you playing hard
Nigga 19 with 25 so he start
Cars in the yard
While you drive a yacht
It ain't been a month and your hoes falling off
No collect calls, not to mention all your dogs
They pray you take a plead
When you tryna stand tall
So much stress on your mama, daddy been gone
Put your hands on your daughter, look what daddy did wrong
In other games, when you live, you learn
In this game of life nigga, when you fail, you burn
I done took a loss, but I had to bounce back
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
Nigga, can you pronounce that
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
See I'm killing ass whip, stay strapped all time
Keep a bad bitch with me riding all the time
Fly all the time, get it all the time
Right between my eyes, tat cross soldier signed
Like money in the world, no money like money in the world
Get money like money in the world
We the business with that 'pearl, bitch
Straight back with that H town
My little nigga know the town, so we shut it down
On the grind, uptown with my crown
Anywhere I go nigga, I'ma lay it down
Sipping red champagnia
Every hoe I know know money be swanging
Keep the 2L, then bang out
Get the money nigga, fly in and fly out
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
We the best in the bizz, pas that it is
He gave his best to his bitch, I invest in a bitch
Hand on the bible, won't tell a lie
I be lying if I said that I won't sell the pot
Success ain't promised, tryna stay alive
Ross and Birdman, 'til the day we die
Lives on the line, no lives on the mike
Used to be white, north bound on the pike
Niggas red in my blood, just what I pump blood
12 o clock for the day, what I bump for
To the cuts getting money what we live for
Light it up nigga, this my beat plug
I feel good about now, 150 on the chain right now
An extra clip ready to bang right now
Quarter mill on the Bentley right now, nigga
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
Betty Stout lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
[Rick Ross:]
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer a twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Chocking of the facts, eyes full of tears
The mama's only son just got his cell fifty years
And the game don't stop, baby mama still fuck
The discovery fit an angel, would've killed, fuck
Now you can't cry, you're through your old flicks
Brother on your daddy's side now fucking your main bitch
Appeal been denied, no fulfillment in life
It's the life of the party popping pills in the night
Now it's five by seven, knives and weapons, lies and deception
Lose your life in this sector
[Birdman:]
See the game, what's the price
High rolling was the dice
Money like a motherfucker, shot 'em all night
Situation bad, pistol on his ass
Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas
Muscle was the come up, gang was the struggle
Came from nothin', made something into bubble
Did it real big just for the hustle
Got a lot of it on another level
[Birdman:]
The precious jewels, what's the price? Your loving life
We did it right and got rich up on the hot lights
Aren't you the hustle, new above the times
So we did it a little time, got back up on the grind
New about the soldiers, raise from the soldiers
Gave 'em all the game, how to be a high roller
Duckin' fucking people with this presidential sight
Got a bitch that night, put her on the same flight
The same type of nigga that would put it in her life
Talk from the old G to head five stripes
You is just a fiend just like a dope fiend, shoot up in your veins
Lick it clean with a triple beam
Higher than life, green on a candy slab
Take a shower, what's jumping off the duffle bags
See the game, what's the price
High rolling was the dice
Money like a motherfucker, shot 'em all night
Situation bad, pistol on his ass
Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas
Muscle was the come up, gang was the struggle
Came from nothin', made something into bubble
Did it real big just for the hustle
Got a lot of it on another level
[DJ Khaled:]
We the biggest hustlers in the game
Rick Ross, Birdman, DJ Khaled
Pop That Pussy lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
It's money everywhere
It's money everywhere
It's money everywhere
[Rick Ross:]
Grab that big bitch if you a thick bitch
She fuck with three niggas, she a slick bitch
She got two phones, want a new home
She got the best hair, they got the boy gone
But I'm so trill, didn't pay her rent
I paid the light bill, did it like a pimp
Call me Double R, I got the Rolls Royce
This is Ricky Ross, still a hoe's choice
[Birdman:]
Yeah, Birdman, bitch, you know I'm with G
Mr. Money Tree, mama, you know I'm a beast
Eagle in these streets, you know I'mma eat
Stay fresh, so fly nigga, roll with new feats'
My baby is a gangsta, got hips and she fine
Tattoo her mind, do it all the time
Fuck her from the back 'cause she like the sunshine
Get mine, take mine, cook it how I like mine
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
[Rick Ross:]
It's so easy, I'm so cheesy
These hoes slime me, I'm so greasy
I don't love y'all, time to get home
I get naked and count money, I'm so raw
The Glock black, the rims chrome
The fierce man, I've been strong
This bitch bad, her legs long
This bitch bad, let's see her at home
See, I fuck them in my helicopter
With my old chopper
Knew the bitch want it so I wouldn't even stop her
Pulled off in that brand new Range
Let the hoe give me brains, counting money, moving things
Back in my old school with my old jewel
The hoe got hot, broke me off, had to move
G4 flying, you know I got slim
Baby fat, baby know how I like them
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
[Rick Ross:]
You see 'em be, the money cash
Don't take checks, only money bags
We dope boys, the money fast
She love toys, she coming fast
She got the titty job, the ass shots
She get your money and she mash up
I'm in the stash house where the cash at
You broke niggas
[Birdman:]
See, I'm an uptown gangsta, got the game from some gangsters
Got the game 'cause I'm thinking that we hitting and we banking
Bitch banking, rinse 'em while they sinking
Took the nigga bitch, now we roll his red mannequin
The big funds, nigga with them big guns
She like real niggas, nigga, so she got one
You know what I'm saying? Bitch, come and get some
Five star condo, ocean view, own one
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
Why lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
[Birdman:]
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel
I'm so high, I got the hard knock from the feel
For real nigga, ride around with the steel
That's how I live, nothing changed, how I bill
How I was built, the life of a struggler
Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle
I see moms want new shoes
Moms gotta give everything she want to
[Rick Ross:]
Don't make me a villain, is an atheists sinning
Bathing naked in the winter
Tryna taste me a million
Me and bird had a vision, tryna stay out of prison
Gun charge, I don't bug, gotta make a decision
Flooded the Audemar, I bought another car
I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large
I'm looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck
When I was at the bottom, staring at the top
It was easy then, they didn't see me then
Now they see me selling DVDs for these dividends
The bricks built wall street, looking for that H, I'm straight
Just call me the boss
[Birdman:]
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
Nigga I'm in the caddie out the hella chopper
Two choppers nigga and it won't stop us
I hear em poppin' off at the mouth
But money, money pops at the mouth
We keep the work in the trash can
Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man
Keep the tool nigga just to rule
5 star G break em down nigga don't do
And stay up like a high jet
So high, so high nigga, what's next?
So we're feeling when we come down
Shit down nigga represent uptown
Uptown flashing my shit
Red bandanna for the dead and another clip
Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that
Duffle bag full, come through nigga
Bitches know the game so they want too nigga
Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch
Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
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