Lyrics:
ayy
Gucci made in Italy (yeah)
Bally belt I'm killing shit (yeah, yeah)
The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo (what?)
The word got out I'm dealing it
the flames and the mountains
And that treasure's mine if I try
One by one my blessings I'm counting and counting
A son of God's country am I
I got the sun up
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Yea like swoosh now how you like me now
[verse 1]
Got the hog on 2-6
Press a button watch the mothafuka do tricks
I dont know what you on but im
the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga
coupons, no recalls)
I want my refund, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
Daddy got a new thing
Bless her with a diamond ring
Keep her neck like bling a ling
a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got 'em still on the fence whether to pick it
But quick to get impaled when I tell 'em, "Stick it"
So sick, I
nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cause I gotta
Milk this game 'til
Birdman, what up?
Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get this money
Fuck these niggas
And you know what I said
I said, fuck 'em!
Uh,
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check)
Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck)
Yeah, (Take a picture)
on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm saying, we goin' get greedy too, nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind
I got it, I
miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit
driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot
I'm so unothodox
I got your bitch Ridin' my dick wit no shocks
Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce
I'm the hottest
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
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)
Nigga it's,
leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money
had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
Twelve bend the corner, me and the dawgs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got
leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money I'mma need a money
and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts
Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back
Be black goin' back, I got pistols
Copped baby girl what she desired
It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar
Knowin' what I got up in my Styrofoam cup, that purple stuff (okay)
It was
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (all I can see is the time)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter
Well I got it,
(cye)
Chorus:
Stunna shades on for birds damn
I feel like birdman,
Birdman,
I could give a fuck,
Flip you the birdman,
I got big knots
Guap stuffed
and I came from money
I gotta pretty bitch wit me but her brains is ugly
Got a city bitch wit me but her brains is country
Yeah a silly bitch wit me man
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