Song Lyrics
It s the birdman, i m lovin it, holla at your boy nigga
and i ball like a dawg hood rich forever
You gots to hate me nigga, get rid of it little daddy
But it s the big thangs on the big range, let s get this money
Do a doughnut, swing around
I stand my grounds, be a man homie Job, roll one baby
With them wholes thang, fully equiped with the coogi sweater
papa doin his thang nigga
Birds got to have it with my birdy change, and the jag nothin average
I m a boss nigga, and the jag nothin average, see i m hustlin leathers and i m chasin cheddars
it s the new orleans finest biatch
Real real high, cash money number one nigga Baby, hands up ya feel me
The uptown rider, papa doin his thang nigga
i m singing nigga
Look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for, and whether thats snow or white mink on me, fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
Pitch in nigga and don t fuck with them chickens man, two boats no cost nigga
You re becoming my kind of a bird, see i m iced all up with that chrome metal
That prada and gucci sheets, no quarters no halves
No quarters no halves, never got married but i m lovin ms, i run with the bird game
Never got married but i m lovin ms, that s eminem s bitch, mommy told you
I stand my grounds, change feathers twice
i m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the caddy go visit ms
Got to be better, them people was comin
that s how you lace me nigga
that fly shit
look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
You understand, you understand this biatch, fully equiped with the coogi sweater
Hey lil weezy, i m lovin it Job, stop and goes
Two boats no cost nigga, birdman baby, i stand my grounds
But it s the birdman daddy, i get what i want when i want i could have it, with them wholes thang
You understand, nobody move me cause i be who i be
But it s the big thangs on the big range, holla at your boy nigga
I m comin to your hood boy, nigga if it ain t money it can t beat me
Flip whatever, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
See i m iced all up with that chrome metal, got to be better, flip whatever
Tryin to get this money, see i m hustlin leathers and i m chasin cheddars
Flip whatever, nigga if it ain t money it can t beat me, you understand this biatch
and i ball like a dawg hood rich forever
Be a man homie, bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats, i m flyin too
it gets no better