Birdman other songs:

 

1 Time lyrics - Jacquees, Snoop Dogg & Birdman

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

[Jacquees:]

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

[Snoop Dogg:]

Money, bitches, wreck the car

Hit that pussy and I left a scar

Check the yard, spector RTLBC we setting the bar

Aretta, I met her, forgive her, I lead her, I let her

I find 'em, I fuck 'em, replace 'em, forget 'em

Flip the look, game on game I script the book

Well heard but seldom seem

Down in Mississippi and New Orleans

Motherfuckers know about the D-O dub not he on buzz

Not he on drugs and she on cuz

DJ Khaled aqui on cuz

IG on dubs, pee on rugs, true dog nigga with the motherfucking mean old mug

Ooh wee, count that

Brand new bitch on the bounce back

Lower that, nigga been waiting on more of that

Throw it back, two or more, three or four

VIP, can't take no more

G shit through my speakers

And twenty hoes on my [?]

Yeah, one for the money, two for the show, it's three ways to do this

Stunna, Jacquees, Snoop Dogg

[Jacquees:]

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

[Birdman:]

Pull up in my new ride

Valet parked her outside

Hundred chips, hundred dimes

Stunna man I'm the dime

You ain't did what I did ya dig

You ain't feed the project ya dig

You know me a born high roller

You know me will take it off ya shoulder

Money too long to be worrying about you

Hit the gate, bust a five, me and my slimes come through

Bugatti bloody red, uptown 'til I'm dead

Cash Money, master plan ya dig what I'm saying

[Jacquees:]

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

I'm the youngin I'm the beast

I'm the king of the east

I got swag I got steez

I got cash I got keys

I'm on the road getting a bag prolly spend it on a Jag

And I'm in love the head that's why I'm throwing all the cash

Aye I'm the one that you should mention, I need some more recognition

Niggas thinking they're in love I'm in their bitch mouth like a dentist

Stunna passed me the keys I turned the game by the ignition

My jewelry so bright see this shit here from a distance

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

It go one time for the money

Two times for the show

Three times 'cause I'm 3-0

And I keep me a bankroll

And I got me hella hoes

And I'm having hella clothes

And I been Rich Gang to the core

Turn my ruby stone to a charm

[Birdman:]

Big money shit ya understand me

Smoking on that Cali kush and that moon rock

Me and my little nigga Jacquees

Ali lyrics - Birdman & Juvenile

Rich gang

Rich gang

D-Roc

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what nigga think about me yeah

My heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what nigga think about me

I said my heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali

One, uh

I'm selling packs and kept a shop up off the sale racks

I'm cutting deals, kept it real in the Maybachs

I put Beezo on, he bought himself a Hellcat

Nigga be begging, ain't no limit to what niggas ask

We open gate, it ain't no flood, we will pay it back

We get it back, little one fried, we'll pay it back

She want me buy the crib, nigga, so I did that

'Cause I already know what come with that

We got some cardinal rules, and we don't break them

Never loan a nigga money, never give 'em information

Never let 'em know what I'm doing and where I'm stationed

And never let a bitch get involved with situations

Blat

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what a nigga think about me yeah

My heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what a nigga think about me

I said my heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali

Pour it up then

Pour me some more liquor in my glass

I got too much money to give a nigga my last

This is why I laugh

I love it when they fuss over how much money I have

And they was in the streets like I was, none of them lasted

I smoke and drink, but I'm a always be on that mask shit

The way I ball with my homies they think I'm Patrick

When I say my life is a movie, bitch I ain't acting

They know I'm straight from New Orleans, it's in my accent

That's where I am with it

They say what's up with you big whoa, I say whazhapin with it

I got that hustle in my blood, that shit was transmitted

And ain't no business going on without my hands in it

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what nigga think about me yeah

My heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah

I got weed and the cognac

Riding in the jag

Give a fuck what nigga think about me

I said my heart ain't got no feelings

My career ain't got no ceilings

I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali

Any Weather lyrics - Birdman (feat. Kodak Black)

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

Ayo tell me, tell me please tell me which way that wind blowing, that money blowing up in here

Look at me I'm a money making classic

[Birdman & Kodak Black:]

Any weather (Flyer than a dove nigga)

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather (Nigga flyer than a dove nigga)

I'm fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I'm fly in any weather nigga

[Kodak Black:]

G5, spreading blue hundreds call it peacock

Different color money got me out here with the pink eye

See about me nigga I was fly since I was knee high

Nolia boy swag Reebok with my Levi's

Young nigga, thug nigga, flyer than a dove nigga

Young nigga, thug nigga, flyer than a dove nigga

Grew up like a caterpillar, butterfly bug nigga

I know drug dealers nigga, I know cold blood killers

[Birdman:]

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I'm fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I'm fly in any weather nigga

Any weather, mmm

Coogi sweater

Italian leather, mmm

Rollie bezel got it dank

Find me like a German Shepherd

Go and pluck a feather bitch learn a lesson

She a superstar, pop star, I'm invested

We out in courtside brought bout ten weapons

Bad bitches, mmm

Walk Vegas, uh

Don't save her, errr, pull up we ain't waiting

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I'm fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I'm fly in any weather nigga

B-Boyz lyrics - Birdman (feat. DJ Khaled, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar & Ace Hood)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Talk about it, make 'em talk about

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support

I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac

With a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever

And cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'

C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby

Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey

Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis

Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish

Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, 2 shows a day

My rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber

Young nigga, got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it

Third Ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter

Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales

Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's

Junior doing time ho

On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]

Ya know!

The time is money and money still was made baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us

I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers

Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy

My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand

Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn

I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch

To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche

Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force

Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from making money from people with crack habits

To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

Amen

Big Stunna lyrics - Quavo, Takeoff & Birdman

But the shots can't miss

(Buddah Beatz, Buddha Beatz)

But the shots can't miss

(DJ Durel)

But the shots can't miss

(You slip we slide)

But the shots can't miss

Yea,

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Haa Haa Haa Haa)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna stunna stunna)

But the shots can't miss

(Gang)

Huncho, real nigga

I can't fuck with ya nigga

I can't hang

Ain't no snakes

In none of my campaign nigga

I'm gone pop it like a fucking bottle of

Champagne nigga

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

Gone

(Takeoff)

(Shoo shoo shoo shoo)

We gone take off on the fucking stage nigga

(Shoo, haa, haa, haa)

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the fucking stage nigga

Bending all corners

I ain't never been a runner

50 rounds on the drumma

Made them add another comma

I ain't going 4 finesse

If they try me ima buss em

In that demon I'm possessed

But watch me snatch that muthafucka

(Skkkkrrttt)

Big Huncho, big stunna

Bad bitch

That's big mama

Big jewelry, big money

Big guns come take something

Walk inside the room

I'm the biggest buck

I am gunning

Told my bitch

I fucked another bitch at least

I am honest

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna stunna stunna stunna)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Haa haa haa)

But the shots can't miss

(Aye)

Yeah real nigga

I can't fuck with ya nigga

(No)

I can't hang

Ain't no snakes

In none of my campaign nigga

I'm gone pop it like a fucking bottle of

Champagne nigga

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

Platinum rollie guacamole holey moley

Coupe so fast hocus pocus

Make a nigga lose focus

Diamonds flashing off the lights

Bet yo bitch gone buss it open

See these chains and these rings

These are Hood nigga trophies

Get to swerving in that lamb

With the doors wide open

(Wide)

They can't put me under

And this shit way far from over

(Nah)

Two cup Styrofoam

Don't worry about what's in my

Soda

(Fuck up)

Name a nigga colder

Met the plug in North Dakota

(Shhh)

She look like who whip this is

I said bitch I'm the owner

(Me)

I was sick before corona

Ice cold like pneumonia

It may not look like it

But I know he got it on him

(Shh, can't say that)

Looking at commas

Might go get that O.G. HUMMER for the summer

(Fuck it)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna stunna stunna stunna)

(The biggest baller in the bity)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Haa haa haa) (aah aah)

But the shots can't miss

(Aye)

Bird and Wayne

Steph and Klay

Take and qua

5 star Bugatti car

The stunna way

(The stunna way)

Hella choppers chrome blades

The candy paint

300 mill

Cash money

Rich gang

Beatris bitch please

You know who I be

(Rich gang)

Beatris bitch please

You know who I be

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna, stunna, stunna, stunna)

(The biggest baller in the business)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

But the shots can't miss

(Haa haa haa)

Yeah real nigga

I can't fuck with ya nigga

I can't hang

Ain't no snakes

In none of my campaign nigga

I'm gone pop it like a fucking bottle of

Champagne nigga

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

(Gone, Takeoff)

(Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo)

We gone take off on the fucking stage nigga

(Shoo, haa, haa, haa)

(Let's get it)

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

(Haa)

We gone take off on the fucking stage nigga

Bending all corners

I ain't never been a runner

50 rounds on the drumma

Made them add another comma

I ain't going 4 finesse

If they try me ima buss em

In that demon I'm possessed

But watch me snatch that muthafucka

(Skkkkrrttt)

Big Huncho, big stunna

Bad bitch

That's big mama

Big jewelry, big money

Big guns come take something

Walk inside the room

I'm the biggest buck

I am gunning

Told my bitch

I fucked another bitch at least

I am honest

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna stunna stunna stunna)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Haa haa haa)

But the shots can't miss

(Aye)

Yeah real nigga

I can't fuck with ya nigga

(No)

I can't hang

Ain't no snakes

In none of my campaign nigga

I'm gone pop it like a fucking bottle of

Champagne nigga

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

(Shoo shoo shooo)

Platinum rollie guacamole holey moley

Coupe so fast hocus pocus

Make a nigga lose focus

Diamonds flashing off the lights

Bet yo bitch gone buss it open

See these chains and these rings

These are Hood nigga trophies

Get to swerving in that lamb

With the doors wide open

(Wide)

They can't put me under

And this shit way far from over

(Nah)

Two cup Styrofoam

Don't worry about what's in my

Soda

(Fuck up)

Name a nigga colder

Met the plug in North Dakota

(Shhh)

She look like who whip this is

I said bitch I'm the owner

(Me)

I was sick before corona

Ice cold like pneumonia

It may not look like it

But I know he got it on him

(Shh, can't say that)

Looking at commas

Might go get that O.G. HUMMER for the summer

(Fuck it)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna stunna stunna stunna)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Haa haa haa)

But the shots can't miss

(Aye)

Bird and Wayne

Steph and Klay

Take and qua

5 star Bugatti car

The stunna way

(The stunna way)

Hella choppers chrome blades

The candy paint

300 mill

Cash money

Rich gang

Beatris bitch please

You know who I be

(Rich gang)

Beatris bitch please

You know who I be

Biiiiig stunnnnna

(Stunna, stunna, stunna, stunna)

(The biggest baller in the business)

Biiiiig stunnnnna

But the shots can't miss

(Haa haa haa)

Yeah real nigga

I can't fuck with ya nigga

I can't hang

Ain't no snakes

In none of my campaign nigga

I'm gone pop it like a fucking bottle of

Champagne nigga

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

(Gone, Takeoff)

(Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo)

We gone take off on the fucking stage nigga

(Shoo, haa, haa, haa)

(Let's get it)

Caught a rocket

We gone take off on the Fucking stage nigga

(Haa)

Bit Bak lyrics - Rich Gang

(performed by Young Thug & Birdman)

[Young Thug:]

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back

Gettin' geeked out my mind

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack

I'm in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)

Big ol' racks yeah!

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

That money pursue it, the fuck is you doin'

Run up some bands, the fuck is you doin' (woo woo)

Fuck is you talkin' bout? I pull up and talk it out

I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out

She slob on my dick yeah, you called it girl scout

She fuck on my bitch yeah, she eating my girl out

GTV til I hurl out

Run a plan, get swirled out

What the fuck you so early bout

You dead broke at your girl house

I'm sellin' out shows now, I bring out the world now

I fuck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah

I'm high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy

White boy on a nigga team

That purple my choice of lean (yeah)

My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)

My AP so clear the scene (yeah)

We big I could see and read

My fingers a couple keys yeah

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back

Gettin' geeked out my mind

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack

I'm in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)

Big ol' racks yeah!

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

That money pursue it, the fuck is you doin'

You ran up some bands, the fuck is you doin' (woo woo)

[Birdman:]

Stunna Stunna man

I bet em five hundred bands

Rich gang we the talibans

Bust through them rubber bands

I do it for my momma man

We came out the trash can

Look at me the last man

Look at me the last man standing

Maybach panoramic

That bitch is sleepin, no xanax

Fuck em all no scamin'

I'm rich before your grandaddy

Versace Versace make em panic

The mansion made her wear the panties

She asked a nigga where the plan at?

Baking soda, whole 'nother planet

I'm havin' water where the Titanic?

New watch, the Titanic

I ran it up now they all hatin' on me

Playin' with me better put some respek on it

[Young Thug:]

I'm in a Maybach

At a kick back

Gettin' geeked out my mind

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat

I'm in a Maybach with a big rack

I'm in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

That money pursue it, the fuck is you doin'

You ran up some bands, the fuck is you doin' (woo woo)

[Birdman:]

Seven day

Strip club tour

Every last one fill with bands

ATL on a Monday

Chi-Town on a Tuesday

New York on a Wednesday

En Noir on a Thursday

Miami on a Friday

Vegas on a Saturday

LA on Sunday

Rich Gang lifestyle

Type of shit we do

Rich Gang

B's up

[Young Thug:]

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back

Gettin' geeked out my mind

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat

I'm in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack

I'm in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)

Big ol' racks yeah!

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

Run up them bands, fuck is you doin'

That money pursue it, the fuck is you doin'

You ran up some bands, the fuck is you doin' (woo woo)

[Birdman:]

Stunna Stunna man

I bet em five hundred bands

Rich gang we the talibans

Bust through them rubber bands

Born Stunna lyrics - Birdman (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]

Born stunna

I’m a born stunna

Huh born stunna

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

[Hook]

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama

Born stunna, she’s a born stunna

Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Birdman]

Born stuntin’, rap huntin’

Flock a hundred of them things for them cheat numbus

Ride numbus, head huntin’

Hit the mall with my bitch and blow another hunid

Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles

I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power

Sway linin’, with my man in it

Birdman, bitch and I’ve been kickin’

Yea, so my baby want a new wheel

Pearl white, stay fresh on that new shit

You dig? born hustlin’ on that money shit

Ya feel? blowin’ mills, big jewels bitch

[Hook]

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama

Born stunna, she’s a born stunna

Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

[Birdman]

Yea, a lot a lot of money bags

The money in the garbage can

Strapped up tight with a hundred bags

Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair

See, we shinin’ like the money can

Since the money came, bitch we throw the money fan

Yea, ymcmg

Loto jacked in the hustle since I hit the streets

2-50 on the new piece

New condo, 20.000 square feet

Ballin’, uptown suicide

Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Rick Ross]

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama

Born stunna, she’s a born stunna

Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

[Birdman]

Cash money, money stacks

Been grindin’ since the lineage with that cromag

Fifty whip sittin’ right in front of that

Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks

G5’in with them chandeliers

Checker floors, tattoo tears

Uptown nigga on the battle field

Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels

Candy coated, a harley davis

Stuntin’ on them niggas like the old baby

Bad bitch, matchin’ gucci bikes

My sun lit, we live a high life

[Hook]

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama

Born stunna, she’s a born stunna

Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Cap Talk lyrics - Birdman (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Super ears

D-Roc

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

This for my niggas who ain't here

I traveled some miles to see 'em

Shining like a chandelier

You ain't got to get close to see 'em

Niggas talking out they lip

I see 'em i'mma shoot above the rim

These niggas know what it is

Big drippin' the side of my Tims

I heard 'em say I was broke

What the fuck these niggas talking about?

These niggas know that that's cap talk

100 bands up inside a vault

Every time we speak it's that murder talk

For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout

And I know they ain't having the shit I'm 'bout

When we up with that choppa they draw the chalk

Been through it these niggas pussy

When it comes to this hair I'm a veteran rookie

When I see your lil homie they starring and looking

My hitters on go and that button I push it

Stick to the rapping my OG be cooking

Wanted a chance at the game and I took it

Up in jail every day I was hooking

Trial when I seen it I didn't over look it

I heard 'em say I was broke but these niggas know that that's a cap talk

Niggas bitches heart it when they talk

I was banging and slanging inside the north

Whole lot of money I made it all

They ain't from where I'm from can't compare to me

Up the cutta make him draw the choppa

I'mma stretch him he thinking 'bout tagging me

Real blood

I want walk in the club I ain't paid

I ain't giving shoutouts on my page

Thanking God for the shit that I made

This for my niggas that's up in the grave

Wanna give up I'mma do it for days

Fuck everybody want to stamp me

Concert jungle in the hood I played

Rich gang bird man a stamp me

This for my niggas who ain't here

I traveled some miles to see 'em

Shining like a chandelier

You ain't got to get close to see 'em

Niggas talking out they lip

I see 'em i'mma shoot above the rim

These niggas know what it is

Big drippin' the side of my Tims

I heard 'em say I was broke

What the fuck these niggas talking about?

These niggas know that that's cap talk

100 bands up inside a vault

Every time we speak it's that murder talk

For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout

And I know they ain't having the shit I'm 'bout

When we up with that choppa they draw the chalk

[Birdman:]

Big comma, big face

Chop 'em down we will the race

Buss it down then pop it off

Don't give a fuck if I catch a case

No cap, straight rap, in the trap, 100 racks

Been ballin' on dollar

Getting money that's facts

Chandeliers, marble floors

Move dope threw plenty wholes

Alligator, crocodile

Automatic calicole

Every nigga with me got money

Who the fuck said something?

All these rap shit ain't nothing, I done passed it down to my youngins

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

This for my niggas who ain't here

I traveled some miles to see 'em

Shining like a chandelier

You ain't got to get close to see 'em

Niggas talking out they lip

I see 'em i'mma shoot above the rim

These niggas know what it is

Big drippin' the side of my Tims

I heard 'em say I was broke

What the fuck these niggas talking about?

These niggas know that that's cap talk

100 bands up inside a vault

Every time we speak it's that murder talk

For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout

And I know they ain't having the shit I'm 'bout

When we up with that choppa they draw the chalk

Dark Shades lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine)

YMCMB

I’m so twisted

Mack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Verse 1: Mack Maine]

Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ‘bout it

These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin’ brownies

Fuck you talking ‘bout, bitch I’m a G like a thousand

I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting

You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems

My guns so black, make me bring the nigga out them

You don’t want that, homie

Plus I got that pick-up on me

Finger fuck Nina, she horny

You won’t see tomorrow morning

Nigga, we so fucking cold

Young money, money old

Life is full of choices and your bitch chose

Nigga, I’m so Hollygrove, fuck-fuck them other niggas

And if the guns drawn, I paint a fucking picture

Nigga, you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong

Nigga, you know where I’m going, bitch I’m going, going, gone!

Nigga, holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a fuck

Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up

Mack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker

Hustler, shot caller, kill ‘em all, keep banking

Big mansions on the island

Popping shots out the bottle

Spending cause we’re winning

Five star, money, power!

Hunting while we stunning bitch, trigger man, hood rich

Built on some silenced shit, bad bitch, born rich

Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks

Turn water into wine, hit you sittin’, paint that bitch

Out-out-out the Bentley with ‘em doves, stashes for the plug

Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club

Bouncing on the shine, we the niggas running shit

Blood the blood line, pearl-white black tents

Head light, red light, spent them at the green light

Flash light, fast life, hit ‘em for a cheap price

Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice

Point blank aim nigga, give a fuck about the price

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Bitch I’m from New Orleans

Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty

And I come from Hollygrove

That bitch is wild as a safari

I go stupid, I go retarded

The grass is greener in my garden

Swagger meaner than the warden

Pow pow pow I ain’t with arguing, hah

Leave a nigga leaking

If you scared go see the deacon

Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’

Got a buncha bitches tweaking

To tell me all of their secrets

And if I get in that pussy

I’m on her walls like graffiti

You’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga

I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga

Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed nigga

Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigga

And it’s... party time excellent Wayne’s world

Party time excellent Wayne’s world

Tonight I’m probably fucking another nigga’s girl

Party time excellent Wayne’s world

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”

Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

(Yeah)

Designer Caskets lyrics - Big Tymers

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

[Mannie Fresh:]

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya)

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

Hundred, thousand, in a briefcase

Orange Lamborghini [?] with the dealer plates

Told these, hoes, I'll be right back

Another hundred thousand spilling out the backpack

I, do the, whole, dash

Sideways on these bitches bout to act an ass

Bricks, pounds, pills, weed

Went to Hiroshima came back speaking Japanese

Sushi, uchi, nigga dressed in Gucci

Xany pills got me feeling like I'm super [?]

Send him, back, to his, momma

A hundred bullet holes, first 48 dropped him

This that real project shit that these niggas wanna hear from me

Real trill bitch do a pull-down, hit a lick for me

Clearing out your block fuck ya'll 9mm

[?] shit that make these shooters go and kill for me

Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya)

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Fresh) (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

[Birdman:]

I, fucked, these, hoes

Af-ter, our, shows

Big, dicks, we slang

Rich, gang wartime, let's bang

I told them pussy niggas I was coming right back

Slap, back, cash, back

Long, sticks, automatic straps

Hundred G's get a hundred hoes in your lap

Lamborghini with the red blood on the floors

Suicide, suicide want some mo

Cash, money, big, mansion

Nigga, hate, holla smack em

Third ward told me fame came with the drama

Top floor seat so I put it on my mama

Rest, in, peace to my daddy

Seven three billion streams nigga had to have it

Wrapped in plastic

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya)

Wrapped in plastic (ya)

Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen)

Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord

Before they could see it, we saw it (ye, ye)

Now they know a nigga be with it

Trippin back on the designer

Simple, fame came with the gang

Bizzy what's brackin'

[?] town what's happenin'

MF, yea shawty, with all that

[?] Lying around the corner

On the road with, Rich gang a long bang boy

Every Summer lyrics - Birdman & Mack Maine (feat. Tyga)

[Birdman:]

Bitches in my hood, know we on the grind

Ballin that money, hit it one time

Bought the 1200, candy paint job

Fresh like my wips, chroam everything

And I'm sittin in the back, movin some thangs

Chandelier lights, it's so brite

20s on the ice, 300 price

Just like that, 50 on the watch

Coming through, nigga, Carderes on the block

Cardier block, the watch like a block

Just how we do it, nigga, hundred on the rock

Presidential sweet, uptown nigga

High life, nigga, Cash Money, bitches

Lugshery life boss, shine all the time

My bitch in a mink, and she drinking red wine

[Mack Mane:]

You know chicks pull down front, when I'm at the top

That candy coated paint, wet on my back

That coke white Phantom, yeah, boy, I rocks that

Turn Jack Boy to No Boy when I cocks that

Then they drop back for more than 8 steps

I hate to take steps, dog, I came out the pussy runnin

I stuck my dick in wintertime, told Summer I'm cummin

I ain't frontin, my back yard lookin like an auction

But I ain't sellin nothing, and I ain't bargin when I got them

I really treat the Summertime like the son of mine

Like, grind hard, and shine hard, like I got Stunna's mind

Baby, I'm an extra nigga, girl, I like extra shit

You know, like extra money, extra clothes, and extra chicks

You know, that extra shit like extra that, and extra this

If you ain't tryna shine, god bless ya, bitch

[Tyga:]

Young nigga with the ocean, bae

Palm trees and sand on the balkony

Wake up and thank the lord for lookin out for me

And all the real niggas that surroundin me

I think about the haters, then I count to 3

Cause they all just fake, like green screens

Fly niggas don't die, we multiply

So everytime you pop a bottle, put it in the sky

Show you livin right, top back, no flaws

Hold it in, from Cali to Crenshaw

Ride in them big cars, Tyga, fuckin star

If I could do anything in my life more, make more money, dog

Life is easy, but you make it hard

It's no fasod, or a meradge

Crossed thumbs, I don't mean no harm

Young Money, Cash Money, we never fall

So shauty, tell me what you frontin for

Everything I Do lyrics - Birdman (feat. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine)

[INTRO: Lil Wayne]

Everywhere I'll be, everywhere I go, everything I do

She know I cannot get away from, I cannot get away from

Because she'll be everywhere I'll be, everywhere I go, and everything I do

She know I cannot get away from, I cannot get away from

[VERSE 1: Birdman]

Yeah It's big money poppin' shawty I can change your life

Take me on a trip, red carpet, 5 mics

Duffel bags full, carrots like a drump

Marbles on the floor, all red rum

Popping bottles ever night like its a normal sight

Hella choppers every time a nigga on a flight

You know I'm hustling workin' flippin' these dollars

Steppin' on hundreds, jumpin' out of the shower

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You know we on that fly shit

Mansion on that island bitch, stuntin' on my new shit

Stunting with my new bitch, riding automatic clip

Doin' it big on the grind on my uptown shit

Shinin' with my Harley shoes, brand new Bugatti nigga hard as you

Bird wings on a eagle flight

Landin' this every night, shinin' 'cuz we live bright

[HOOK: Lil Wayne]

Everywhere I'll be, everywhere I go, everything I do

She know I cannot get away from, I cannot get away from

Because she'll be everywhere I'll be, everywhere I go, everything I do

She know I cannot get away from her, I cannot get away from her

[VERSE 2: Mack Maine]

Bitch I'm Mack Maine!

Yeah, It's like everywhere I be the bitch come around

She got a radar on that dick soon as I come in town

Go to the BET awards, she's two seats down

She be there as soon as I put two feet down

On the ground, soon as I get off the jet

My name ain't Keith, so bitch you ain't gonna make me sweat

Fuck around and get left ho, if you get hit with this right ho

Fuck around and make me do what they say OJ did to that white ho

You psycho, stalker, but I ain't runnin' no Hershel Walker

Comin' off in that water, get more then restrainin' orders

Look you outta respect me goin' to the altar

No opera, either your mother and father say they don't understand, they outta

But despite this bullshit look stay on the grind

Visit my crib because I stay on her mind

Funny how they say love don't cost a thing, but I see the bitch pay all the time

I told her bitch you need to skedaddle, I can't escape the bitch like my shadow

I told her ride on with no saddle, I'm up shits creek with no paddle

[HOOK: Lil Wayne]

[VERSE 3: Birdman]

Banana Kush, Yeah, Yeah

Birdman, five star, starting with that lick read YMCMB, hundred bees

A hell of a combo money and swag, swag and money, livin' lavish

I'm bout my business, business Money over bitches

Riches on my riches, I been about my digits

Grindin' to the finish, no divin', crossin' fences

Hustlin' til we get it we shinin' because we flip it

Pearl white Lambeau with no top on it

She like my style so she rockin' on it

Red ribbon OT she went major on it

Milk and cookies, she gettin' cake on me

[HOOK: Lil Wayne]

It's Calm lyrics - Birdman (feat. Sy Ari Da Kid)

[Sy Ari da Kid:]

Yeah, miss me with all that noise

That bullshit no I ain't for it (You know)

It's calm, it's calm, we good, it's calm

I came in with my boys, left with your bitch, oh boy (Yeah yeah)

Its calm, its calm, we good its calm

I'm up in the morning

Done with the yawning

I give a fuck if you tourin'

If that shit ain't come with a tour bus, yeah

And fuck all the warnings

We coughin, no worry

We got the juice

Juice don't know who cup I'm a pour it in

I'm vibin' with someone daughter, they lie like they was supportin'

I never switch on my Whoadie

They snitchin' they 'Law and Order'

I'm wishin' my niggas ballin'

From distance like Kemba Walker

My chick flew in from New Orleans

Just spent a zip on my barber

I'm ridin' regardless

I'm fly as a saucer

I fired some niggas then hired my momma

I lie to your honor

Shit I'm lying your honor

Figured out how to bring all them figures an look now on the FaceTime with Timbaland

Yeah, miss me with all that noise

That bullshit no I ain't for it you know

It's calm, it's calm, we good, it's calm

I came in with my boys, left with your bitch, oh boy

Its calm, its calm, we good its calm

[Birdman:]

Yeah we good, ain't no pressure, same old effort

We fly nigga change yo feather, ain't gon' let up, the game so extra, but they know better

Brand new whips, brand new seats, suede or leather

Aye young fella, play young fella, it's yo day young fella

We under the same umbrella, It ain't gonna rain forever

They gon' know my name forever

We can't stay the same forever

Stay rich with my gang forever

Some of us gon' be lame forever

Aye... These niggas be hatin', I be boolin'

Aye... Hop in the plane like a Uber

Aye... I play the game while you losin'

Yacht on the way and we cruisin'

Yacht on the way and we bruisin'

[Sy Ari Da Kid:]

Yeah, miss me with all that noise

That bullshit no I ain't for it you know

It's calm, it's calm, we good, it's calm

I came in with my boys, left with your bitch, oh boy

Its calm, its calm, we good its calm

[Birdman:]

Stunna Music (Music)

High Life...

Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing lyrics - Baby & Yung Wun (feat. Mashonda)

[Baby:]

Uh huh (off the top)

Cash Money, Hot Boys (all to me nigga)

You understand

Say Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back

I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest with it nigga

I got work, bricks, money, pistols

Hoes have bitch-ass niggas runnin' with 'em

Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks

It's llello cola, heroin and boulders

Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this

Mack dimes, doin' time

Uptown riders everybody been dinin'

It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas

N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'

It's Swizz and Stunna, in a Ram stuntin' (wassup)

20 inches, nothin' under (wassup)

It's Glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches (oh)

Work? fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (oww)

Yo ask me twice I ain't neva been nice

Always been a gangsta poppin' wheelies on bikes

[Swizz Beatz:]

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

Oh no, where's the bitches?

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar

Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

C'mon, rep ya hood

Let me see you do ya thing

[Yung Wun:]

I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta

With the 360 Modena parked diamond savanna

Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche and put the big screen in it

It's like a nigga at the movies when he sittin' in it, picture seems so vivid

The windows all tinted, marble flo's in it

I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented

So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to

Get a, few things that cost a few G's

You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be

Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills

Put a body in the backyard and move right back to the ville

I'm a always be where it's real (nigga)

And chill where the caps get peeled (what!) and niggas get killed

'Till I die I'm a live 'till I can't no more

Sell crack and bust guns (what's up?) 'till I'm at the morgue

[Swizz Beatz:]

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

Oh no, where's the bitches?

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar

Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

C'mon, rep ya hood

Let me see you do ya thing

[Baby:]

I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill

Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will

Stunna Corleone, sellin' he-roine

Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown

Casey Brice, ten the price

Kill that nigga I'll shife his life

It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk, Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work

Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas

All I fuck with is these real ass niggas

It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money

D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred

It's Ro-lex, ho don't flex

I'm worth 200-mil, bitch what's next?

It's full-surface, Swizz that's next

Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck

[Swizz Beatz:]

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

Oh no, where's the bitches?

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar

Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

C'mon, rep ya hood

Let me see you do ya thing

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ballin'

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, if ya ridin'

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

Oh no, where's the bitches?

Let me see you do ya thing - yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing - (c'mon) yo! buy the bar

Let me see you do ya thing - gon' floss ya shit

(Let me see you do ya thiiiiiiiiing)

C'mon, rep ya hood

Let me see you do ya thing

[Outro:]

Whoa, whoa

Break it out whoodi

Money Up lyrics - Jacquees (with Birdman & Caskey)

[Jacquees:]

I seen it all, I done it all, I did it

I just need one time for the one time, is you with it?

I'm still all out pipes when I come 'round in the city

I'm so up right now, right now

'Cause my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up

[Caskey:]

Damn, girl, is you with it?

The money coming, fresh printed

The Harley bike's not rented

Windows on the whip tinted

In the kitchen, wrist spinnin'

Money stretch like I come from the powder

I want the money and power

Mama make five digits a year

I need that shit every hour

And I'm smoking on kush out from Cali

That shit going sour

I skrrt on the Ducati bike, going 155

You a bitch, you a coward

We the opposite, do not approach me

The jewelry closet like a ocean

The Cristal bottles toastin'

This pimpin' do not need no coachin'

[Jacquees:]

I seen it all, I done it all, I did it

I just need one time for the one time, is you with it?

I'm still all out pipes when I come 'round in the city

I'm so up right now, right now

'Cause my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up

[Birdman:]

Dirty women on it

Slow how we spending on it

Nigga can't see me

'Cause that Maybach tinted, homie

Versace scarf on me

Givenchy shoes on me

Versace robe on me

Cartier on me

So they wanna know how I did it

How Stunna man still pimpin'

Sold a billion records in the business

Got a million bitches in they feelings

I'm from uptown and I'm a roller

Disrespect a nigga, gon' fold ya

Man be's smoking on golden

Free Jeezy nigga, a young soldier

[Jacquees:]

I seen it all, I done it all, I did it

I just need one time for the one time, is you with it?

I'm still all out pipes when I come 'round in the cities

I'm so up right now, right now

'Cause my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up, my money up, my money up

I done got my money up

Neighborhood lyrics - Birdman (feat. Ralo & Derez De'Shon (Rich Gang))

[Verse 1 - Ralo:]

At night I think about it, them niggas can't without me

Them bitches try to doubt me, a nigga came up out it

Talking about it, niggas ain't bout it, you just talking

How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? They wasn't around me

How could they give and take it from us?

All of my niggas that made it with us

Fuck all them haters, they can't get in touch

I was impatient, I was in a rush

I taking that molly, making her mind up

I care for nothing, I made it, I promise

Fuck all the comments, they hating on us

Tell them they want this cause nobody done this

I be stacking it up, they not be showing no love, I got that shit out the mud

I sit in front of that jug, I didn't have much, I barely made it to court

I'm on my mama's support, she didn't abort, I owe that lady the world

Til I did it for her, for her, she still my favorite girl

[Chorus - Birdman:]

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood

Double strap with the macks in my neighborhood

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood

I staying tote stay down in my neighborhood

Bust guns and don't trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga

Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips nigga

We all gravy in my neighborhood

We get them hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood

[Verse 2 - Ralo:]

Counting the bricks, counting the bricks, counting the bricks

I want your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the dick

Pull up, pull up in that Wraith with the plugs, none of these niggas gon take it from us

Fucking with us, nigga you would, I be fucking these hoes in the club

Fuck the OP, I know that I did it, all of my niggas gon handle their business

I get it, I spend it, you know that I'm winning, none of my niggas been broke in a minute

All of these bitches embrace me, I think it's because of my bracelet

You see that look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating

Tell em that I'm gonna win, I'm gonna do it again, none of my niggas have been

I just got out of the pen, now get rich off a pen

Do you remember me selling dope?

I used to live at that yellow stone

Now a nigga doing better though

I ain't ever going back to broke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Derez De'Shon:]

Ever hear the song? Time ain't money, got the Rollie and they still on me

On the highway with no license and they still on me

I got a stick on it right now, that loud talking, better pipe dow

Fore I catch a body right now, yeah I'm talking right now

Officer outside claiming county fore you try, better think about it

Wrist roll, nigga bank about it, everybody having paper rounds

Most of these niggas be lying, most of these niggas be lying

Never committed a crime, pull out a fine, they crying, what's on the back of your mind?

I'm on that mob shit, we steal it, we rob shit, we kill it

No swiping, no cop shit, in the trench, got dope in the closet in the skillets

Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood

Before you cross me, better be cautious in my neighborhood

[Chorus]

Plaques lyrics - Birdman (feat. Young Greatness)

Versace on that spread

Gold toilets when we slidin' through

Roberto Cavalli that wall

Alexander them floors

High roll gon' ball

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my (wall)

Plaques on my

Plaques on my (wall)

There's plaques on my wall

Give me my plaque, nigga got scared of me

Man, my shit started jumpin' now they put the flame on me

Man, plaques on my wall

Lifestyle, we ball

Girl take it off

I just wan' cool out in a Wraith

I'm makin' like 35 in a day

I like all the plaque, walk in every day (hey)

They ain't wanna see me with it

They played on me from beginning

I fucked them up

I shine shine in the Bentley

My Tom Ford's mad exquisite, I ran it up

That nigga be different, I play my position

I fuck with my family

I'm feeling myself, now I'm about to run it up on the road

I hit the lil' Gucci store, told 'em lace me up for the cold

I waited my time, now I'm tryna' kill it nigga like I'm supposed to

Versace on that spread

Gold toilets when we slidin' through

Roberto Cavalli that wall

Alexander them floors

High roll gon' ball

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my (wall)

Plaques on my

Plaques on my (wall)

There's plaques on my wall

Tymers, on my wall

Juve, on my wall

Weezy, on my wall

And Turk and Jeezy known to ball, did it all

Matching off in them buildings

Switchin' sides, not hidin'

Flip flop, no toppin' it

Park range, no stoppin' it

Overseas in another city

Another bitty, everytime, on some other shit

Got my swag down and my paper up

These niggas talkin', ain't sayin' nothing

But that choppa have a nigga layin' up

And we lay it up, and we play nigga

We smokin' up in that fire

Livin' life so high

So we play it nigga no mind

Private plane, you can roll dice

Air seat, rich life

Cash Money, it's Rich Gang

We frontline, it's on sight

Versace on that spread

Gold toilets when we slidin' through

Roberto Cavalli that wall

Alexander them floors

High roll gon' ball

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my wall

Cash Money sunshine

Plaques on my (wall)

Plaques on my

Plaques on my (wall)

There's plaques on my walls

Respek lyrics - Birdman

[Intro:]

Rich Gang!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stunnaman

Ms. Gladys

Back outchea on my bullshit, nigga

Uptown, third ward

Real five star G

Where I'm from, nigga, it's respek, there's disrespek

Then there's total disrespek and it's fuck everybody

You dig what I'm sayin'? Let's get it

I ain't gon' say it no more, nigga, BLAT!

[Hook:]

Put some respek when you mention my name

You talk about killers, but you ain't no killer

Pull up on you, it's game time, nigga

Front line, you make headline, niggas

Say my name, get it right

Whip it right, private flights

Every night she keep it tight

Choppas all at that red light

Heard stories 'bout a nigga

Keep it real with yourself

Hatin' on a real nigga

Really bad for your health

[Verse 1:]

Mama left and they sent me

She never seen me in it

I was born to be with it

Came in and she feel it

Came in and we winnin'

Left out and we did it

Let 'em know that we with it

They all said that we did it

Niggas know we the business

Put it down from the sand

Baller life we livin'

Cluster diamond my hand

Diamond cross in that sand

Diamond price on that man

Gucci stripe on that van

Knock him off for that clan

[Hook:]

Put some respek when you mention my name

You talk about killers, but you ain't no killer

Pull up on you, it's game time, nigga

Front line, you make headline, niggas

Say my name, get it right

Whip it right, private flights

Every night she keep it tight

Choppas all at that red light

Heard stories 'bout a nigga

Keep it real with yourself

Hatin' on a real nigga

Really bad for your health

[Verse 2:]

Takin' shit just for granted

Pullin' up just a habit

Loud talk, you get madness

Loud pipes and we mashin'

Stunnaman live lavish

Doin' shit, we the baddest

Alexander my bitch

Cause every day we Bally

Third Ward like my daddy

Rag tops on that Caddy

Big money on shine

Stay fly with the fashion

Niggas know that we packin'

Every time that we mackin'

Uptown hot boy

Stuntin', never no lackin'

Rich Gang! Blat, blat, blat!

[Hook:]

Put some respek when you mention my name

You talk about killers, but you ain't no killer

Pull up on you, it's game time, nigga

Front line, you make headline, niggas

Say my name, get it right

Whip it right, private flights

Every night she keep it tight

Choppas all at that red light

Heard stories 'bout a nigga

Keep it real with yourself

Hatin' on a real nigga

Really bad for your health

[Outro:]

Yeah, yeah

Stunnaman

Rest in peace to my mama

Shout out to my city, uptown New Orleans

Tell them niggas respek my name

Or keep it out their fuckin' mouth like a gangsta

Rich Gang, I don't bang, nigga

Blat! B talk, we outchea, uptown Third Ward, nigga

Rich Gang!

Ride Dat lyrics - Birdman & Juvenile (feat. Lil Wayne)

Stunna

Nino

Rich Gang

It's official, the whistle blowin', the liquor pourin'

We had our issues and differences, we were sick of warring

City nigga, you think I been out of chicken form?

Plenty bitches but really never committed to 'em

Anything my lil' pretty things want, I get it for 'em (What you want?)

These niggas tricky, these bitches ain't got no feelings for 'em

You hear the crickets and birds chirping, that's paradise

Penthouse we don't reserve, we dine in candlelight

Don't like that lying shit, I'm the one they confide wit'

Victoria Secret, a secret garden, quit hiding shit

I provide shit, have you in all that fly shit

So much shit, you done run out of room in your closet

You want that Nicki, that Mary J, that Mariah shit (What you want?)

That Halle Berry, that Angelina, Sinatra shit

Desire shit, ain't no side niggas or side chicks (Us)

They on that my shit, we on that you and I shit

Now ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Rich)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Out the pound wit' it)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (We up top in Seattle)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Just like that)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick

Stuntin' all with the power, got the chopper in hand

Filthy bitches 'bout the money, Alexander the fan

Big paper, one side, kept me one in the hand

Real niggas know the rule, we'll kill for them bands

Heads on, on [?] hit 'em and we move on

That's the way we did it, nigga, spread then we get gone

Lil' mama know we did it but she lived and she stay strong

A hunnid keys, so we flip it and we move on

Back in the 3 and we did it in [?]

Lil' nigga may give his life for [?]

Bills with the caddies nigga, get in my way homie

Back 'bout the money so we had to spray homie

Now ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick

Ride this dick, don't fall baby

Ye sippin' lean like Paul Wall baby

Ye and the pussy better be bald headed

Fat like Star Jones baby, got a nigga stargazing, oh baby

Ride this dick, don't fall baby

After that, prrrrp, hello quick, don't call a nigga back to back

Ride this dick, don't fall baby

Yeah, ride that shit, you done gone brazy, damn

I put mula, mula, mula over mami chula

'Cause all these thots will kill ya

She keep me comin' through, lil pussy smell just like petunias

She got that hallelujah

Ride me like a chopper [?]

And she gon' ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Don't fall baby)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (Rich gang)

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho

Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick

Rich Gang, our lifestyle

Ride this dick, don't walk baby

Ride this dick, don't fall baby

Ride that shit, you done gone brazy

Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby

Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby

Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall baby

Yeah, ride that shit, you done gone brazy

Pussy better be bald

Shout Out lyrics - Birdman (feat. French Montana & Gudda Gudda)

[Hook]

Let me give a shoutout to my real bitches [x4]

Go and bust it open for a real nigga [x4]

[French Montana]

[Verse 1]

Le me give a shoutout my perfection bitches

Sin city suz in all the bitches

Let me give a shoutout to Miami bitches

Poppin' on bottles instagram the bitches

Let me give a shoutout my Atlanta bitches

Magic city strokers in my high expenses

Let me give a shoutout to my Cali all

Ride down sunset phantom road

Let me give a shoutout to my Dallas bitches

Alabama baby there the bitches

Let me give a shoutout my Chicago bitches

All the squirrels in the model bitches

[Hook]

Let me give a shoutout to my real bitches [x4]

Go and bust it open for a real nigga [x4]

[Gudda Gudda]

[Verse 2]

Fuck a money machine we weigh a duffle bag

Bought a condo just to keep my duffle stashed

She ain't fucking we stick her in the yellow cab

Call my ugly yellow bitch tats of her yellow ass

Got a bitch I'mma hella bad pissed through they gon rad a tat

New Orleans nigga I can't help with my savvy jazz

Bad bitches only I ain't fucking with your average ass

Unless you gonna bust it open then you bring back daddy cash

Shout out to my real bitches I ain't fucking with fake hoes

Fake persons, fake hair, fake nails, fake clothes

YMCMB we get cheese watch me take a pose

I see some bad bitches in your section and I'm taking holes

[Hook]

Let me give a shoutout to my real bitches [x4]

Go and bust it open for a real nigga [x4]

[Birdman]

[Verse 3]

Big money talking never ends never fall

Bet 20 something I'm stunting on these dog hoes

Real bitches army work in the garbage can

Hundred grand on me nigga motherfucker band

Got a bunch of money nigga in the money bag

The money bag nigga feel with the money bag

Got a rich bitch just bought a lotus

GT vodka on the cigarette, rum and smoking

Big shit talker big deal offer

Bad bitches on my line nigga like a stalker

Fuck counting sheep versaci on the sheets

The birdman nigga 20 million on a beach

[Hook]

Let me give a shoutout to my real bitches [x4]

Go and bust it open for a real nigga [x4]

STUNNAMAN lyrics - Birdman & Roddy Ricch (feat. Lil Wayne)

D Roc, D Roc, D Roc, D Roc

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in a spaceship

We was runnin' outside from the jake

Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh

Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut

And I got a ride with the tuck up, huh

Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh

Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh

Uh, and I got the whole hood on go

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky all froze

Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes

Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls

Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills

All of my niggas outside for real

I'm 'bout to shit on niggas diarrhea

It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real

I be hangin' outside with gorillas

Lost my dog, wanna die with my nigga

Niggas rather be fly than realer

And if the opps wanna slide get hit up

I'm in the gang for the dirty dirty

My right hand keep a 30 clip

I done did some time with the murderers

I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh

Plot 'em every time I put up (Put up)

Trap house lookin' like cook out (Cook out)

He creepin' up get the red dot, head shot

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in a spaceship

We was runnin' outside from the jake

Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh

Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut

And I gotta ride with the tuck up, huh

Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh

Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh

Uh, and I got the whole hood on go

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky all froze

Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes

Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang)

Cap a slingshot on eighty shit

Cherry wood in all my whips

Do it big that label shit

Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich)

That's how we lace this shit

Get money, stay break a bitch

At the top of hill, another shootout

With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (We wave that shit)

Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (Hundreds or mo')

And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)

Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)

Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors

I bought a white Bentayga

Had to creep through the night in a spaceship

We was runnin' outside from the jake

Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh

Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut

And I gotta ride with the tuck up, huh

Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh

Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh

Uh, and I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)

Look at my neck, make my wrist, my pinky all froze (Yeah, yeah)

Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)

Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls

Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman

Bulletproof Cullinan

Chrome heart bust, now I weigh it underhand

Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band

Put a dirty hundred grand, up in the laundry bag

'Bout to pop another xan, 'bout to smoke a hundred grams

I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am

Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel man

But the light just might be a train comin' man

I had to spend some money to win some money

I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it

Weed so good, I tensed up on it

Lil' hoe tryna' inch up on me while my bitch up on me

Rose gold lookin' like ketchup on me

I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony

All red like Patrick homie

Red bone got her latches on me

I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress homie

Told bae I'm in the booth you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime

Just found out the President I voted for was already dead slime (Headshot)

I bought a white Bentayga (Yeah)

Had to creep through the night in a spaceship (Yeah)

We was runnin' outside from the jake (Yeah)

Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh (Yeah)

Keep a lot of shooters in the cut cut (Yeah, yeah)

And I gotta ride with the tuck up, huh (Yeah, yeah)

Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh(Yeah, yeah)

Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh (Yeah, yeah)

Uh (Uh), and I got the whole hood on go (Whole hood on go)

Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky all froze (Froze)

Stunnaman stunnaman stunnaman drip drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)

Still pull up in a Rolls Rolls (Mula)

Tapout lyrics - Rich Gang (performed by Birdman, Nicki Minaj, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne) (feat. Future)

[Lil Wayne & (Birdman):]

(Rich Gang!) If you hatin', you just need some pussy

(Rich Girl) She fucked up when she gave me some pussy

I said, "I fuck you better than that other nigga"

She say, "Tune I'm 'bout to cum," I say, "I'm cummin' wit ya"

She don't like them pretty niggas, sidity niggas

She ride this dick, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows

That's because I sleep in that ho, hit it when I wake up

Tell the pigs I say "As-salamu alaykum", uhh

My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber

Sweet yellow-bone thing, I call her Honey Mustard

Pussy like a seashell, dick like a V-12

She say I drive her crazy, I say, "Just keep on your seatbelt"

Bend it over, bust it open for me

Baby bend it over, bust it open for me, yeah

She say she love me, she just loves this dick

Come put that million dollar pussy on me, make me rich

Tunechi! (bBatt!)

[Future & (Birdman):]

She got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh

She got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh

And all I want to do is touch it, touch it, touch it

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Make her tap out, tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out (yeah)

And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (all day, all night)

Tap out, tap out, tap out (yeah)

[Birdman:]

Crib made her tap out, sauna made her tap out

Jet made her tap out, pilot with the map out

Million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen

Millions on the Maybach, glass top ceilings

Million dollar pussy, sleepin' on Versace

Sleeping on Fendi, sleepin on Cavalli

Married to the money, millions in the bank

Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint

[Mack Maine:]

I got that fuck you if you love me on some nigga shit

She got the million dollar seven figure nigga rich

We switch positions like we doin' yoga in this bitch

She get to shakin' then stiff

[Future:]

She got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh

She got that million dollar

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh

And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, touch it)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Make her tap out, tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out

And I'ma make her tap out, tap out

Tap out, tap out, tap out

[Nicki Minaj & {Birdman}:]

Million dollar pussy, million dollar pussy (mm)

Six inch, pumps, play with his balls, dunks

Bald head, yup, don't want no Forrest, Gumps

Don't let me tell ya, twice, already told ya, once

(Eat that pussy)

Who-who-who-who-who got that baddest pussy on the planet?

D-boys love me, they don't understand it

Ohhhhh, deep throat {Rich Girl}

M-m-m-m-million dollar pussy might pounce on that ass

Threw them hundreds 'til I lose counts on that ass

Max out all of them accounts on that ass

Million dollar checks don't bounce on that ass

Pull up in that "you can't afford this"

Only rap bitch on the Forbes list

Pussy jewelry make em say "burr man"

*R-r-r-r-rubs hands like Birdman*

[Future & (Birdman):]

She got that million dollar (Rich Gang)

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh (Rich Girl)

She got that million dollar

(Sexy Slim, I see you, paradise home, yeah)

Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh

(Flossing while you're shining, jumping out of Bugattis)

And all I want to do is touch it, touch it, touch it

Touch it and touch it and touch it, touch it

And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (yeah)

Tap out, tap out, tap out (fuck this money game up, wild out)

And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (yeah)

Tap out, tap out, tap out (Sweet D! Love you, baby girl)

[Detail:]

I'm in love with your Egyptian skin

And your talk about religion

I'm in prison with the pussy

And I'm ballin', no cushion

We Gangsta lyrics - Birdman (feat. All Star & Yo Gotti)

[Birdman:]

This here for the money homeboy

Money money money train nigga

It's like we evolve till we fall, then 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 whats in you nigga

If you a hustla, you gonna get dough

And that's how it goes

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 and 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 and famous

[All Star:]

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 (fuck 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 fuck 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

[Birdman:]

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 and 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 and famous

[Yo Gotti:]

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 Im 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'ma 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

[Birdman:]

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 and 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 and 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 mothafucka 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 and tuck it

Nigga brought it to another level cookin and 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 cuz it's money over bitches

All the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin from digits

Green bags full of cash nigga how we feel it

Stunna island poppin bottles nigga fuckin them bitches

Got the money and fame and them and them come on wit 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 and 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 and famous

Y. U. Mad lyrics - Birdman (feat. Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne)

[Nicki Minaj:]

I toast and I said you know,

They on that regular degular,

Haha, I said me

I'm on that 1.5 on a skinny tire

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy

Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee

Yeah my flow sick, yeah-yeah my flow queasy

Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz

This pussy clean, this pussy squeaky

That pussy old, that pussy creaky

When I'm out the country, niggas call me Nicki

Hi, how are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me

Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning but I'm still bored

Yeah we shine, gold cluster

As for your career? Dead. Ghost Buster.

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Yeah, Bigga Than Life

C4, we the bidness

Man, fuck ya'll niggas

Get down or lay down

Shoot up anything except a school or playground

Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me

Shining AK blood, just like a trophy

I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch

Getting money like a muthafucking cracker bitch

What you know about it? Take notes nigga

YMCMB, head coach nigga

Yeah, stuntman, stuntman

Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan

Yeah, we done took off nigga

Got the game on lock like football nigga

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uh, I got the world in my wallet

Swisha full of violet

Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage

That P on my hat is for Peru, not Paris

I bet I can turn her pussy to a fucking fire hydrant

And I do it for my niggas, my muthafucking niggas

Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the fucking hiccups

I'm a beast hoe, to say the least hoe

No cut on the coke, that's coke zero

Yeah tonight, I'll probably fuck another nigga girl

Party time, excellent, Wayne's World

This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick

Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick'

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

That's why you mad

That's why you why you mad mad

[Birdman:]

Yeah, Barbie you the flyest baby

What to do 100

YMCMB buisness

Bigger than life

You Too Fine lyrics - Birdman (feat. Mack Maine & Drake)

[Hook - Drake]

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[Verse 1 - Birdman]

Candy red, candy on a new bed

Versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid

Where we played, brought her on another site

Oceancity view, hella choppers everynight

G5n' take her on another spree

Shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a g

Ym nigga, ymcmb, everyday the luxery life of a og

Persian rugs, chandeliers on the marble floors

Birkin bags, chanel with the glass doors

V12 760 with the new money

New ghost, pearl white bitch, young money

Yeah, higher than I've ever been

Ocean water, just skooze [?] gucci benz

Brand new photo benz, and every time I come I got my two block twins

[Hook - Drake]

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[Verse 2 - Mack Maine]

I said, oooh girl you classy, ohh ohhh girl you nasty

Type to never ever put no type of draws where your ass be

That's one of your best qualities babygirl if you ask me

Lookin' like a harv professor, hard for you to pass me

Dis purp got me high man, I'm feelin' like feelins

Premeditated murder, yeah tonight I'm tryna kill it

You say you been doin your keagles [?], well tonight I'm tryin' to feel it

Rest in piece to gary coleman, "what you talkin' bout willis?"

Don't need no translator to understand your bady language

Your ass must be part of the bloods the way that bitch bangin'

I ain't no vocal coach, but I would have that pussy sangin'

You seein' stars and stripes, you hearin' bells ringin'

Yeah, now tell me your secret as I slide off in your vigous [?]

All night sessions is your blessings, don't worry bout no quickies

We could get tipsy like some hippies and minaj like nicki

So soon as you get home, hit me cuuuzzz

[Hook - Drake]

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[Verse 3 - Birdman]

Twenty on some custom? lens

Brand new whips, everyday foreign lens

Di-dippin' while I'm divin' shortie love to see me win

Whe-when she come around all red blood benz

Pearly, area, they on some money shit

Hustlin' shit out the bed on some runnin' shit

Hundreds flippin' money nigga on some hundred shit

Old school nigga, big money shit

Red wine, clear port on the sunshine

Harley davids, matcchin' bike, just like mine

Cherry wood, nose divin' cuz we on the grind

Born rich, money stay on my mind

Roberta could file a nigga, she don't ball

Sunset, la, she don't ball

G5, one night just to see the ball

You don't run the game [?], nigga threw the ball

[Hook - Drake]

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

You too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

You- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone

I can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone