The Birdman my paw, so that make me go
(I told y'all)
Them new Nike shoes
I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf, whoo
Cash money
All these naked women that pop champagne
Cars on the streets, all on our lawn
Yep! There it is! Ya' lil' low-life
Don't you know
Mama, do you want it?
It's the Birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada
'Cause I'm about to break it
Aye, and my pinky glow 'cause my ring is so
If you know my name, then you know my game
Cash money
It's lil' Whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow
I could sell a hooker some pussy
Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt
It's a way of life
Nah! We blow, fuck the people
Baby, I'ma a stunna
That stunna don't have a O - Z to burn
And we gon' run it, ya heard
And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's
And we don't stop
We smoke stinky, stinky dro
We rollin' wit' cash money
And we don't cop them ency-wency O's
(Bring back that beat)
I go in each sto' and ball like a dog
"Piece" of land, "Piece" of property
In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's
"Fly like an eagle!"
I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
That purple stuff, it was givin' to me at birth to stunt
Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo
Slant-back, cut truck, no rims, can't holla
I ain't gon' change it
They think 'cause I stay at English Turn
It's that Louie on Ostrich streets
It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?
Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's
No, no
Car show in New York, y'all know who wins
Can't stop the stuntin'
Cash money
Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Can't stop the stuntin'
Blingy-blingy, yo, stop blinkin' though
Oh yeah, believe that
Gotta get dough 'cause y'all won't feel me, bro
Don't you know
Don't you know
Mama, do you want it?
'Cause I'm about to break it
Hook up the turntables
Marijuana Scholar, knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup?
You a rookie
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts
Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm
Ooh, baby
Peace, I mean, "Piece" of pussy
Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grillie show
Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends
Hold on, Mami! Them whips on dubs
Ice in my teeths, all on my arm
(What?)
Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama
I ain't gon' change it
That's in my face, my back, and my arm
No, no
(Light it up!)
No, no
Flip white to green, 500 Degreez
I ain't gon' change it
Fo' sure
Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs
And these marble floors stay high as Rick James
Oh, I forgot about "Peace"
It's a way of life
Pop one, pop two
Baby, I'ma a stunna
Cash money
(I told y'all)
Baby, I'ma a stunna
(I told y'all)
It's a way of life
Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog
Fuckin' game so serious
But y'all don't here me though
Who we rollin' wit'?
(I told y'all)
(I told y'all)
Can't stop the stuntin'
Mama, do you want it?
'Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV
'Cause I'm about to break it
Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens
Now, that's some serious shit
Wolfe, get on the keyboard
See, I'm a professional
