Birdman & Lil Wayne

Im a political refugee
Thats how the fuck I felt
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Niggas say I’m better
than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah thats what they told me
They giving us piss test
cause we stay rollin’
And know a nigga act
better than a 45
caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us
tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch monkey
call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck
my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon’ watch
my house
But don’t wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan
how the fuck you better than me
Rap I run that rock
and got a jump shot
Who we got wife
up in that white house
I took a look and didn’t sell out
I was in the building and
didn’t bail out
Hoping muthafucker
didn’t fail out
Back to the top from
the jail house
Nigga lace ‘em up tie ya shoe
Catch a cut we know what
pressure do
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Who out c’here fucking with me
huh tell me that
I’m bout to drop that shit
where my pamper at
Try to answer that
or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches
shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do
nothing with this little rascal
Yeah nigga what the hell
Talking baby business yeah
Don’t be fucking with me
Cause you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew Brees
When they kick off football season
How I cut the ref
you can’t stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
lone if they gon’ keep on
breathing
Now keep on starving and
I’mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking and
I’mma keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be
the one fleeing
You better keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker
trouble this evening
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Uh aint it crazy how shit be
Thats why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
Thats percussion
I just popped a couple pain
pills self destruction
I made something out of nothing
thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch
knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house
killed everybody no discussion
Rep that muthafucking red flag
like a Russian
Yeah look I told her baby
I’m a thrash her
We kissed I lit her ass up then
I ashed her
No hard feelings no car
dealing but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to
carry to the car
My Mary in a jar
I’m food I let the haters add
a little salt
Thats cool I do it for all the
niggas that try
And all the bitches I’ve fucked
and all my niggas that died
Tunechi
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male



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Yeah, like father like son
Got joey crack ridin' with us this time
I smell murder, you know
Birdman, sponsor this one
And I got 'em
Look,
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it?
How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher
Like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets, check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts, cashews
But I'm so D-C like fat shoes
I skate away, like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped, I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog, no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
[Chorus]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga, 'Cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget
I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that, fall back
Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the blinky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back, whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like brrat!
Nigga, them mu'fuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga, how you want it ? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like in old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army
And I'm a rider homie
And you can find it on me
That forty cal'll get you shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggas frontin' war but they runnin' from me,
Crack!
[Chorus]
Nigga,
I had 'em as lil' niggas raised 'em 'round real niggas
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thing
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga, yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thing
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggas cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'm a do my thing believe dat
[Chorus]

I know some niggas that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You bitch ass niggas just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You fuckin' wit' a winner but I come from the litter
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'm a kill her
I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
So momma I'm a beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her naw man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
[Chorus: x2]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These niggas want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's all about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These niggas think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
But shawty they ain't fuckin' wit' pops
Let them niggas chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin' ""B""
Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin'
Money money money is my intuition
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hard body these niggas boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .three eighty snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me
My nien-to-five is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus: x2]

> [Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game
Okay I'm out 'chea you niggas done started it ya ordered it
Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me
But them niggas won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggas belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop fuckin' wit' them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block wit' that baretta and hop out and let her rip
Let her bang let her bust et cetera et cetera
You niggas is scared of the southern part of America
Here it come, got a gun
Never come without one
Niggas wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And down here you gonna need a chopper
And I'm a need a lawyer and you gon' need a doctor
Why? Because
[Chorus]
Get at 'em we hit 'em up if they rattin'
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' the boy them niggas softer than satin
I'm feelin' awfully aggy
yes I walk wit' the maggy
I tell him park in a alley
and leave 'em parked in the alley
Niggas talkin' about me
but they ain't talkin' it at me
'Cause if they talkin' it at me
then I'm just talkin' to caskets
All that talkin' is pussy
bitch you better make ya words strong
'Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone
What they do I got a chopper in the U-Haul
Make a real nigga bring it back to ninety two dog
Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off
Hope he can swim wit' them concrete shoes on
I got the gun right beside me who don't?
Got beef homie I was just gettin' hungry
When you come bitch you better bring a army
We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga
Why? Because
[Chorus]
Thirty shots in the clip niggas let's trip
Line 'em up put 'em down on the guest list
These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo
I'm a take the shit as far as it can go
War is the answer if ya questionin' the general
Snap shots at'cha baby you are just a centerfold
And that's Kenneth Cole niggas seem plenty bold
Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole
Them niggas hoes really doe
I would swing down there wit' any O
Forty-fo' and let 'em go
Let 'em know that I ain't never been sweet and won't be
Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me
Make a nigga have to come back like wit' the smack
Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
And I ain't never killed no one jack
But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact
Why? Because
[Chorus]

> [Chorus]
My leather so soft my top so soft
I probably have it off, these niggas so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard,
She said my leather so soft my top so soft
I probably have it off, these niggas so soft
And I go so hard
(Bitch I go so hard)
Yeah look
I get money ho fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out
Tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed
I be in a different mode
I be wit' them different hoes
No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit' no mistletoe's
Diamonds and pearls and pussy holes
Snortin' coke til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase, until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red, like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed, no I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft
[Chorus]
Nigga on the yacht smokin' Cohibas nigga, yeah!
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a Tommy gun gave one to my young'n, son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon' hear us when we come, daddy
[Chorus]
You see the paper gon' come
If not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die wit' money 'cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27
82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo
No pity due to no one
Nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody's tryna ball
And the small hand'll touch ya
The large hand'll cut ya
But until that day
I'll be a motherfuckin' stunna, nigga
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did 'fore sunshine
Candy on the paint every time I touch mine
Nine stay cocked 'cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's
[Chorus]
Yeah

I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
Yeah, hustling on my city streets
Trying to get a whole key (i bought my frist key, my first key)
In '93 and we was getting 'em like for twenty five
Colombian connect, homey we was getting fly
We on the grind and our nuts got bigga
And every day we in the motherfucking hood our guns got bigga
Stunting on them niggas, getting money staying fly every day a nigga spending
Riding 25s and we blazing getting high, nigga showing off his ride
Crusing through the beach nigga rolling in them bimmers
Them people pull me over hating cause they can't see us
Know I got the money (laws won't leave me alone)
Now they acting funny cause they know a nigga strong
Money long and we coming
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started)
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother(cooked it up myself and started)
I ain't have to touch a piece of work since '94
I lost my daddy in '96 and started making moves
In '98 (I got a brand new Lexus coupe)
(now them laws won't leave me alone)
They pull me over, lock me up, I bail out on my own
I call my poppa on the phone, tell him cook up a zone
I leave a house with a pocket full of stones
Got them hoes slanging, hiding packs in they titties
Them small chest bitches gotta put it in they butt
(20s in them they can't fuck wit us)
I got so many hoes
(it's to the flow or I don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Man I got so much dough
(it's to the flow or I don't see, don't know)
(now they won't leave me alone)
Weezy baby d boy
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started)
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother
I bought my first key
Bought my bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby momma brother (cooked it up myself and started)
And I ain't touch a motherfucking key since '04
And that's the word that we serving, look that's all we know
Them niggas talkeyng shit but we the niggas wit the cash flo'
(i still smoke that weed, smoke that smoke that smoke that weed)
And I'm back on the beach and we blowing out the whole beat
My ak mack eleven represent the three
Gangsta like a motherfucker me and my homies
Yeah, my nigga rabbit was a og
My momma husband that's what show me (my first key)
Yup, then you know I had to be a hustler
I started selling hubbers

[Pre-Chorus]
Vrooom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Wut Im doin, gettin money, wut we doin,
gettin money
Wut they doin, hatin on me, but they neva cross
Cash money still the company,
and bitch im the boss


[Chorus]
And I be stuntin like my daddy,
stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy
Im the, young stunna, stuntin like my daddy
Stuntin like my daddy, I be stuntin like my daddy

[Verse 1]
Bitch Im paid, thats all I gotta say
Cant see my lil nigga, the money in the way
And Im, Im sittin high, a gansta ride blades
If you aint gone ride fly than you might as well hate
Shit I gotta eat... even though I ate
It aint my birthday but I got my name on my cake
Believe that, if ya mans wanna play
Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the
table
So pick 'em up, pop 'em let 'em lay
Where Im from we see a fuckin dead body everyday
Thats, uptown, throwin stuff at 'em
Niggaz talk about me Im throwin shots back at 'em
Bitch Im a pipe, and she like a crack attic
And she saw me cookin EGGS and she though I was back at it
I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavy weight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a caddy, 25 on the pinky
Bought a pound of blow and bounced back
Magic grills, big houses on the hill
Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin pan meals
??? holla, dollar after dollar
Flippin chickens gettin tickets nigga meet me after hour
Born stunna, uptown hunter
3rd world G's nigga been about money
Ice ???, birdman redmonkeys
White Tees lots of jewels this is cash money
You now we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them bentleys and them lambs'
Them ounces and them grams, nigga we was born hustlas

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
When I was 16 I bought my first mercedes benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we dont need scale man
Big papers say g'mornin to the mail man
What'cha now bout putting bricks in the spare man
I can stuff a coupe like a muthafucken caravan
Im in my zone my ??? is so rare man
A ??? you lookin at the chair man
How you want it, show me my opponent
Show me my opponent
Im still ballin, a bullet gotta get me
And i've never been a pussy cause my hood never
let me
A made nigga got made niggas wit me
Ima motorcyle boy so im about to pop a wheelie

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

[Outro] x2
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Veerom veerom on a yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and bitch im the boss