Don't Hustle Again lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross

This shit classic, this H

This for all the hustlers

It's for the real ones

Money over the best pussy

Family over money, we hustling

[Rick Ross:]

Money that's my life, money that's my light

My money make me mad, my money make me right

My money make me laugh, my money make me cry

My money is my love, for money you will die

Illiterate thugs down for cigarette buzz

Minding my life in prison so I'm living it up

Red champagnia, to celebrate

Triple C CMB, we selling weight

Organized crime, organized mind

One bird call you shot 45 times

45 fully, fully automatic

Bitch is fully loaded, if you want it, you can have it

I'm 'a grind 'til my cheese straight

Thinking back to the days when my mama used to say

[Kevin Rudolf:]

I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Hold on me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

'Cause I can't breathe

I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on

Me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Don't, don't hustle again

[Birdman:]

800 milligram fresh from the pharmacy

Like Lucas, get it to the army

I keep sit on me, C.M.B. Cash Money is an army

So we flip em out the Jag, 200 on the dash

Bitch we mash, duffle bag full of cash

Louie V bag, 2 mill just to splash

See my homie beat one, nigga beat another one

Then the beat another one, then he beat another one

Then the beat another one, then he beat another one

Like money ain't shit, pop a few bottles nigga fuck another bitch

Celebrate for the licks, celebrate on chips

[Kevin Rudolf:]

I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Hold on me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

'Cause I can't breathe

I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on

Me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Don't, don't hustle again

[DJ Khaled:]

We're living legends

We're are cons

We're hustlers

This the H

[Kevin Rudolf:]

I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Hold on me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

'Cause I can't breathe

I've got to hold on, hold on, hold on

[DJ Khaled:]

Birdman

Ricky Rozay

We're ouch yeah

[Kevin Rudolf:]

Me, I've got to hold on

Don't, don't hustle again

Don't, don't hustle again

Homey N Hoes lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross

Hey you want me to mack you

Well, check this out baby

You was flying commercial when I met you baby

Yeah, bitch didn't even had a passport

But check this out

It's Ricky Ross, Maybach Music

And I wanna do something different today baby

I wanna know what qualify you to fuck with a nigga like myself

Why should you ride in that spaceship with a boss

You done all of that

All of that baby

And this and that

Talk to me

All you ever needed baby

Well check this out baby

This cash money, Maybach Music

You gotta admit you're a dime baby... true

I need to explore your mind baby, what's really cracking lately

I'm in the multiplication baby

You might eat Taco Bell before midnight

It's time to fuck with that prime 112 baby

Fuck with a hunned dollar salad

Tell me something good baby, talk to me

When you gonna put my album out?

What you mean your album?

I mean when you gon' make me a star

Check this out baby

You know you ain't focused on what you supposed to be

Focused there

You really, you worried about your album, and your publishing

And, when I signed you baby

I signed you for who you are

I didn't signed you for your publishing

And take advantage of your budgets

Well baby I need checks

Checks will soon come baby, just not right now

It's all about triller

CMB, Birdman, Ricky Ross

Baby keep your eyes on the prize

It's not a sunroof, I apologize

It's convertible

My life is astronomical

I'm not an astronaut baby

I just get high in the day

I need a car wash and a wax

These are simply facts, that I'm stating

The money and the making got me elevated

Elevators on my home, hoe I got it going on

I'm a G to the core, bitch hit the dome

It's 5 after

Am I what you desire baby?

Not hardly, cause what you driving

And what you eating, don't make me shit baby

You been watching too much TV baby

I'm just tryna get your pussy wet baby

All you gotta do to satisfy a real nigga

Is smile and keep your hair done, baby

You see it's Triple C, CMB

And for all you hoes out there that need motivation

You're fucking with entrepreneurs right now baby

Go buy yourself a pair of Birdman loaks

Buy that triller, buy that CMB catalogue baby

We been getting money a long way over there

I just wanna do some pimp shit

And fin to get records to the H presentation

And excuse me, I am high

Like I said baby this is a dealership, but we don't deal cars

No Hondas over here, hoe, you understand

You gotta pre-order these baby

A piano come with these, CMB, Triple C

Got A Bitch lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross

[Rick Ross:]

Bitch, ain't it nothing but some motherfuckin' money over her

You understand me?

So you already know what time it is

You feel me?

You know what a nigga need baby

I ain't gon' play with ya

Don't waste my time, won't waste yours

Ya feel me? 'Cause I have enough hoes

Get in line

I got a bitch smokin' weed, a bitch snortin' powder

A bitch countin' money bagging a million every hour

Got a bitch in debt, a bitch gettin' stacks

The bitch love tats, CMB on her back

I got a bitch do frog, wanna see me live large

Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers

Got a bitch on the phone, bitch doin' time

No cooperation so that bitch doing fine

I got a bitch in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with

Keys to the crib, now its birds up in her shit

Bitch with a Honda, so that bitch can save

Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H

Got a bitch in the Bay, she wanna fuck Khaled

Audition for the boss, let me see you talent

The bitch do tricks, the bitch do cane

She snort it off your dick right before she give you brain

[Birdman:]

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Shittin' on them heels, or shittin' in them bricks

Hit another lick, bitch we can split

H is the hustle fully loaded in this bitch

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Diamond around your neck, and Louis Vuitton for your trip

Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks

H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

Straight got a bitch uptown, move nothin' but brown

Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown

Got a bitch like weed, bitch snort D

Bitch count my money and she don't pop P

I got a bitch su-woo, true to what she do

She fuck with nothing but B's and she love what we do

Got a bitch in New York, know I love to fuck

Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck

I got a bitch do it early, movin' them buerly's

Hit the hood quick nigga, servin' and swervin'

Got this bitch love red, that's how we plead

CMB down nigga, ready to spray it

Got a bitch in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though

I ain't even tripping whoa, showed her some love though

Got this bitch up in Philly, I stop fuckin' with it

The ho bought me a Phantom, mother fuck the bitch

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Shittin' on them heels, or shittin' in them bricks

Hit another lick, bitch we can split

H is the hustle fully loaded in this bitch

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Diamond around your neck, and Louis Vuitton for your trip

Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks

H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[Rick Ross:]

I got a bitch real slim, who wanna do films

If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb

I got a bitch wear plex, or the bitch hair straight

I break a bitch harder than every bitch that I break

I got an R&B bitch, I got a rap bitch

Call her anime, 'cause I got a stack bitch

I got a bitch on her period, that's money loss

I'm out two for one ho, you fuckin' with a boss

[Birdman:]

I got a bitch from over seas, its legal where we be

Versace red, bitch a hundred G's

Burnin' on the beach, so them bitches see

Candy on the paint bitch you know its CMB

I got a bitch like an eagle, bitch with an eagle

Bitch get the money, bitch know my people

Bitch from uptown, know how we get down

Money on my mind bitch, blowin' out the pine

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Shittin' on them heels, or shittin' in them bricks

Hit another lick, bitch we can split

H is the hustle fully loaded in this bitch

Bitch I'm the shit, if you want shit

Diamond around your neck, and Louis Vuitton for your trip

Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks

H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick

[DJ Khaled:]

This that 305, 504

504, 305 shit

This Birdman, Rick Ross

Lost Tapes, Volume 1 H

Addicted lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross

[Rick Ross:]

I'mma tell you like this, nigga!

I got a hundred Gs on my line

I ain't eating Jacksons when I be in Overtown

Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up hoe, it's snowing now

I just throw the cabbage, C-M-B gon' hold me down

Got an odor in the attic, that's a couple pounds

New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'

Time to milk the game, bitch, I went and bought a cow

My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun you down

Slid up on em with the stick, yeah, I sat him down

My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down

I got a hundred niggas on my line

A hundred squares at a time

Nigga, hold it down

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

[Birdman:]

Give the homie 10.5, want 75 a hit

Whole thing straight raw, hundred Gs a brick

Hustling for a urge, moving them birds

Strapped in the cut, got em' posted on the curb

That H! We floodin' other states

That fishtail bake well, chop it in the plate

Them V12s move swell with the paper plates

The homie fully loaded, so we strapped with a case

Give you 10 squares for 750, nigga

No talking homie drop it, then go get it

On the island, nigga, fresh with a 450

Louis Vuitton'd down, nigga, strapped

Money how we livin'

[Rick Ross:]

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

[Birdman:]

See them fresh, ow... boss of the South, nigga

Boss out my mouth, nigga, boss, big house

Yeah... so we do it, no drought

No cost on your life when you're playing with the stripes

Five mics, fiver-timer OG Blood

Straight soldier, nigga, Third World G blood

Uptown nigga maxed out the work plug

Benz 5 switching lanes with them white dubs

[Rick Ross:]

Or them white fours, I'm ducking them white folks

Yeah, my pockets fat, I don't fuck with no lipo

I keep that chopper with me, I call it my Geico

Trigger hair pin, drop it and it might blow

I get them grenades, we call 'em Bye-Byes

It hit your Escalade, pussy nigga, bye-bye

Pussy nigga, bye-bye

Two-hundred on the dash, nigga, bye-bye

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

I'm addicted to money

I'm addicted to chips

My hoe was gay

Now she addicted to dick (bitch!)

Addicted to this

Addicted to that

I'm gettin' them stacks

It's more addictive than crack!

Money To Make lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross (feat. Mack Maine)

[Rick Ross:]

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

Now I'm fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts

We scoring the points, we done made it a sport

Scheduled to testify, never made it to court

I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you go

You can't be talking loud when you walking in the house

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out

I ain't whipping no ounce, ain't touching no ounce

If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house

'Cause it's only squares when you come in here

So for all you squares, let me make it clear

Let me get it straight, I'm the fish in the tank

Not the fish in the tank

I got money to make

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

[Mack Maine:]

Real nigga in the building, where the work at?

That New Orleans Saints fitted, that's my work hat

My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp

And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dirk

Thug life, thug life, bitch, I'm feeling like 'Pac

When I'm riding up your block

'Bout to release the 50 shots off top

You bitch here, you'll get your issue

Your family, they gon' miss you

They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya

Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby

Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?"

See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies

And in a hood that crack babies

Grow up just to jack babies

Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you can't come where I'm from

Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum

Boy I ain't no fronter, it's Ross, Mack and Stunner

I put 50 on 50, that's why they call me one hundred

[Rick Ross:]

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

[Birdman:]

See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money

Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running

Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker

Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping

We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences

Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits

Shinning on these bitches, after hour count tickets

Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission

We focus on another saddle, another batch

Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that

Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin'

Blowin' while we counting, a hundred Gs in my pocket one M

[Rick Ross:]

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

My niggas one hundred, my corner one hundred

The car cost a hundred, the drum hold a hundred

Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred

The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance

Justice lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross

[Rick Ross:]

Sometimes when I'm smoking that shit, right bird

Man you ever just pray my nigga

This for all the hustlers

Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga

We hustling

I be coughing this shit, hustle

And I just be thinking bout

We blast off, God love us, my nigga

Real talk

Sometimes I recite song 27

The lord is my light and my salvation

Whom shall I fear?

Not nothing of these fucks

Coming up a nigga had to fight for everything

Now I'm at the fight 3 rows from the ring

Call some don king, on boats with Jay-Z

Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese

Who shine like boss, a Birdman junior

We still got birds, don't let Birdman fool ya

We just so blessed, Lexus stretched

Tears in my eyes and I mean

The fam so trill, we just so rich

You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch

Sacks in the attic, Ciroc on the yachts

Knots in the pockets, Baleys, no socks

Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back

So I'm riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap

Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H

Call you when I come down

[Birdman:]

Young gutter, been running for 10 summers

Bad bitches lust, you pay for pussy, they front us

Young boss talking, you lil niggas is runners

The deals that I'm aching to turn, my gun is the stunnest

It's lies that you speak, the truth lies in numbers

The wheels on the new coupe, humongous

Bet that, Maybach wet black

Curtains close on the motherfucker when I sit back

Yeah, got the game from the stunner man

Yeah, but I still keep it gutter man

Money wrapped up in a rubber band

Give it to my bitch, tell her blow a lane nothing down

Just a young nigga shitting, dumping

Maybach music in the Maybach bumping

GT vodka got me feeling right

Just a young nigga getting money man I'm living life

[Gudda Gudda:]

Oh you lil fresh lil fly like that nigga

H

Rest in peace to the rest in peace, nigga

Come through nigga when I came through shooting

Niggas popping off so I had to shoot him

Shot him up, pop it off, that's how we do it

Got the money moved out and that's how we do it

AK, I'm in the hallway, you niggas get sprayed

You niggas can't fade, get laid

A nigga get flayed

Fuck a nigga when we land, man we wet

Chop em all then we chopped up

Chopped up, got other niggas chopped up

Upstate nigga came together got bucked

Ain't nothing came so we did it, so we did us

Another night in the new bus

Smoke till we see dust

Another bitch and she on us

Ball till we can't flush

[DJ Khaled:]

This that H experience

This the volume one, lost tapes

These records was recorded years ago

Bitch we make time this music

Catch up, we hustlers

We winners, we rich, we the greatest

We the best, bitch we the business

We made it, we will never stop

Birdman, Ricky Rozay

Miami, new Orleans, every ghetto across the world

Every hood, every project

You feel the pain in the music

We out here, H

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

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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)

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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