Flashy Cars Movie Stars lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
Yeah, welcome world, it's the H
Hustling, trap stars, rap stars
Big money popping, boy
Grinding, sun up, sun down
Put your life down for a nigga
Head first for this chubby
Flipping chickens
Hard body all the time
Fully loaded strap all the time
Money on the mind all the time
I tell me niggas, it's double MG, YMCMB
And money is the motivation
Everyday we wake up
Before the motherfucking eyes closed
Eat while we sleep
Eat while we don't even eat
You understand me, my nigga?
Rozay, stunna man
Richer than the riches
Bosser than the bosses
Modern tine, and we them niggas, yeah
We see past the future
Swag on the hundred, bitch game terrific
Size mat guarantee you to loose nigga
It's bigger than life boy
Mastermind to masterpiece
Hard life living, mansion top floor nigga
Paradise on earth boy
Million dollars and hundreds
A billion in the mind
Put your life on it
Take care of your team homie
Fulfill your dreams, homie
Nothing come between that
And keep your strap on you, H
Yeah, it's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
This that H, it's that real H Town nigga shit, takin' an eighth
Hustler music
Believe that, you feel me?
Birdman Ricky Rozay
Yeah it's the realest shit in the streets, nigga
This that H, it's that real H town niggas shit taking over
It's that classic shit, volume one, lost tape
Believe that, you feel me?
Niggas made 500 hundred dollars of a gram, nigga
Birdman, Ricky Ross - shit coming back straight
DJ Khaled, let's go
Times get hard, still gotta play your cards
Judge wanna judge me like he playing God
You know how them thugs be like you playing hard
Nigga 19 with 25 so he start
Cars in the yard
While you drive a yacht
It ain't been a month and your hoes falling off
No collect calls, not to mention all your dogs
They pray you take a plead
When you tryna stand tall
So much stress on your mama, daddy been gone
Put your hands on your daughter, look what daddy did wrong
In other games, when you live, you learn
In this game of life nigga, when you fail, you burn
I done took a loss, but I had to bounce back
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
Nigga, can you pronounce that
The h is for the hustle, now can you pronounce that
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
See I'm killing ass whip, stay strapped all time
Keep a bad bitch with me riding all the time
Fly all the time, get it all the time
Right between my eyes, tat cross soldier signed
Like money in the world, no money like money in the world
Get money like money in the world
We the business with that 'pearl, bitch
Straight back with that H town
My little nigga know the town, so we shut it down
On the grind, uptown with my crown
Anywhere I go nigga, I'ma lay it down
Sipping red champagnia
Every hoe I know know money be swanging
Keep the 2L, then bang out
Get the money nigga, fly in and fly out
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
We the best in the bizz, pas that it is
He gave his best to his bitch, I invest in a bitch
Hand on the bible, won't tell a lie
I be lying if I said that I won't sell the pot
Success ain't promised, tryna stay alive
Ross and Birdman, 'til the day we die
Lives on the line, no lives on the mike
Used to be white, north bound on the pike
Niggas red in my blood, just what I pump blood
12 o clock for the day, what I bump for
To the cuts getting money what we live for
Light it up nigga, this my beat plug
I feel good about now, 150 on the chain right now
An extra clip ready to bang right now
Quarter mill on the Bentley right now, nigga
Flashy cars, movie stars, bounce back nigga, hustling hard
I stay fresh with the Gucci on
Ross fresh with the Louie on
Duffle bag full, high in the hood
We all good, fully loaded like we know we would
Get money like I know I could
Old school new school with the cherry wood
Betty Stout lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
[Rick Ross:]
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer a twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Indictment will take a life line to take a lifetime
For them equal fees, your money better be like mine
The feds offer twenty, he was still in denial
With the trial lost it, tried to grab it but couldn't make a sound
Chocking of the facts, eyes full of tears
The mama's only son just got his cell fifty years
And the game don't stop, baby mama still fuck
The discovery fit an angel, would've killed, fuck
Now you can't cry, you're through your old flicks
Brother on your daddy's side now fucking your main bitch
Appeal been denied, no fulfillment in life
It's the life of the party popping pills in the night
Now it's five by seven, knives and weapons, lies and deception
Lose your life in this sector
[Birdman:]
See the game, what's the price
High rolling was the dice
Money like a motherfucker, shot 'em all night
Situation bad, pistol on his ass
Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas
Muscle was the come up, gang was the struggle
Came from nothin', made something into bubble
Did it real big just for the hustle
Got a lot of it on another level
[Birdman:]
The precious jewels, what's the price? Your loving life
We did it right and got rich up on the hot lights
Aren't you the hustle, new above the times
So we did it a little time, got back up on the grind
New about the soldiers, raise from the soldiers
Gave 'em all the game, how to be a high roller
Duckin' fucking people with this presidential sight
Got a bitch that night, put her on the same flight
The same type of nigga that would put it in her life
Talk from the old G to head five stripes
You is just a fiend just like a dope fiend, shoot up in your veins
Lick it clean with a triple beam
Higher than life, green on a candy slab
Take a shower, what's jumping off the duffle bags
See the game, what's the price
High rolling was the dice
Money like a motherfucker, shot 'em all night
Situation bad, pistol on his ass
Come up hard, we had to mash on the gas
Muscle was the come up, gang was the struggle
Came from nothin', made something into bubble
Did it real big just for the hustle
Got a lot of it on another level
[DJ Khaled:]
We the biggest hustlers in the game
Rick Ross, Birdman, DJ Khaled
Pop That Pussy lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
It's money everywhere
It's money everywhere
It's money everywhere
[Rick Ross:]
Grab that big bitch if you a thick bitch
She fuck with three niggas, she a slick bitch
She got two phones, want a new home
She got the best hair, they got the boy gone
But I'm so trill, didn't pay her rent
I paid the light bill, did it like a pimp
Call me Double R, I got the Rolls Royce
This is Ricky Ross, still a hoe's choice
[Birdman:]
Yeah, Birdman, bitch, you know I'm with G
Mr. Money Tree, mama, you know I'm a beast
Eagle in these streets, you know I'mma eat
Stay fresh, so fly nigga, roll with new feats'
My baby is a gangsta, got hips and she fine
Tattoo her mind, do it all the time
Fuck her from the back 'cause she like the sunshine
Get mine, take mine, cook it how I like mine
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
[Rick Ross:]
It's so easy, I'm so cheesy
These hoes slime me, I'm so greasy
I don't love y'all, time to get home
I get naked and count money, I'm so raw
The Glock black, the rims chrome
The fierce man, I've been strong
This bitch bad, her legs long
This bitch bad, let's see her at home
See, I fuck them in my helicopter
With my old chopper
Knew the bitch want it so I wouldn't even stop her
Pulled off in that brand new Range
Let the hoe give me brains, counting money, moving things
Back in my old school with my old jewel
The hoe got hot, broke me off, had to move
G4 flying, you know I got slim
Baby fat, baby know how I like them
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
[Rick Ross:]
You see 'em be, the money cash
Don't take checks, only money bags
We dope boys, the money fast
She love toys, she coming fast
She got the titty job, the ass shots
She get your money and she mash up
I'm in the stash house where the cash at
You broke niggas
[Birdman:]
See, I'm an uptown gangsta, got the game from some gangsters
Got the game 'cause I'm thinking that we hitting and we banking
Bitch banking, rinse 'em while they sinking
Took the nigga bitch, now we roll his red mannequin
The big funds, nigga with them big guns
She like real niggas, nigga, so she got one
You know what I'm saying? Bitch, come and get some
Five star condo, ocean view, own one
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and shake that ass
Pop that pussy and pop that pussy
And pop that pussy and shake that ass
Why lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
[Birdman:]
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel
I'm so high, I got the hard knock from the feel
For real nigga, ride around with the steel
That's how I live, nothing changed, how I bill
How I was built, the life of a struggler
Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle
I see moms want new shoes
Moms gotta give everything she want to
[Rick Ross:]
Don't make me a villain, is an atheists sinning
Bathing naked in the winter
Tryna taste me a million
Me and bird had a vision, tryna stay out of prison
Gun charge, I don't bug, gotta make a decision
Flooded the Audemar, I bought another car
I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large
I'm looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck
When I was at the bottom, staring at the top
It was easy then, they didn't see me then
Now they see me selling DVDs for these dividends
The bricks built wall street, looking for that H, I'm straight
Just call me the boss
[Birdman:]
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
Nigga I'm in the caddie out the hella chopper
Two choppers nigga and it won't stop us
I hear em poppin' off at the mouth
But money, money pops at the mouth
We keep the work in the trash can
Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man
Keep the tool nigga just to rule
5 star G break em down nigga don't do
And stay up like a high jet
So high, so high nigga, what's next?
So we're feeling when we come down
Shit down nigga represent uptown
Uptown flashing my shit
Red bandanna for the dead and another clip
Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that
Duffle bag full, come through nigga
Bitches know the game so they want too nigga
Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch
Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks
Something so fresh
Rolling in my caddy nigga, got my Smith and Wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, fucking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sittin' all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby
Sun Come Up lyrics - Birdman & Rick Ross
Bird, park that body, nigga
Let's take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga
What!
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
[Rick Ross:]
Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes
Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name
Yey in the carry-on, that I'm 'bout to carry on
After all the deals, I still deal and carry on
Versus the past, we all shed tears
That's why I pop pills, the end so near
The crackas don't work, niggas just snitch
Lose trial, that's a bitch, nigga go sit
Three hots in the car, where the surf 'n' turf
Three blocks in the car, I'm gettin' what it's worth
From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom
Buyin' up the bar so the ladies gettin' at him
[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
[Glasses Malone:]
You see my eyelids fallin', but sleep prolong
Daddy can't sleep 'til this work all gone
Drub broke down, 10028 zone
I'm seeing new trucks over 28's chrome
Brand new Benz is 600 ponies
Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat
Dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
Nigga don't bite 'cause you might get a cavity
Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity
Stash so dumb, mine's ridin' shot gun
Doin' 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful
Or end up murdered like Cain causin' hell
[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
[Birdman:]
Youngin, this for the Bird Lady
SuWu, yeah nigga
Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas
Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably
Louis with the suede on
Rockin' that jewels 'cause we paid homie
Laid on it, played on it
See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie
My honey, she know I'm good with the K
Doin' it how my niggas did it back in the day
Now my lil' nigga all good with the spray
Gettin' money everyday
[T-Pain:]
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run up
(We hustle on)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
'Til the sun come up, 'til the feds run down
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
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
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