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Blow! Blow! Blow! (Gene Hardy) · Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Birdman (Baby) · Radio Birdman (Radio Birdman) · Birdman (Baby) · Birdman: Smap 013 (SMAP) · The Essential Radio Birdman: 1974-1978 [Bonus 7"] (Radio Birdman) · The Essential Radio Birdman: 1974-1978 (Radio Birdman) · Blow by Blow/Truth (Jeff Beck) – and 90 other albums »


doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dudes money too young
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got
doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dudes money too young
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got
an a hole 
A-K holes. 
Think face blows 
And understand talkin' money by the case loads 
Gun off safety 
I'm in safe mode 
I will hold court 
Until
and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag ***

I got the brown bag full
and blow another hundred
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Sway linin’, with my name in it
Birdman, bitch
them incy wincy o's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
Fuck the people
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my Paw so that make me go, fly
them incy wincy o's
And we don't stop, nah, we blow
F*** the people
Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo
Birdman, my Paw so that make me go, fly
hundred
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Sway linin’, with my name in it
Birdman, bitch and i’ve been gettin’ it
another hunid
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Sway linin’, with my man in it
Birdman, b**** and I’ve been
doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dudes money too young
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got
the ghetto streets
(Somebody tell me what's cracking before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog I can blow up
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
[Man talking] 
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) 
We got Killa in the building (yeah) 
We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)
as a young'n they consigned me to blow
Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets
yeah boyyy)
Ca$h Money, Brick Squad linked up to 17 (BRICK SQUAD!!)

[Chorus]
In the streets, make some moves, get my paper (this is what I do)
FUCK
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!

[Webbie] 
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!

[Webbie] 
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Cash Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

[Man talking]
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got
(feat. Akon, Birdman, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, T.I.)

[Akon]
Oh, oh

[Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Akon]
Konvict Music, yeah

[Khaled]
We
the ghetto streets
(Somebody tell me what's cracking before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog I can blow up
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talking bout'
I peep these niggas out here they slipping like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck
You know
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I've already got Friday on my mind

When that whistle blows