Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne

Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne:

[Intro: Rick Ross] Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna

(Remix Baaaaby)

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Nicki Minaj] Born stunna flow Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go Oh you mad? You aint headline You my son and it’s bedtime I show you bitches how to put together punchlines It aint working out, it aint crunchtime Roll a ? up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a Pusha Out in Tokyo they calling me Nicki-son Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son Coupes and trucks, money bags, Scrooge McDuck

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang Yea, YMCMG Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20 thousand square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Lil Wayne] I don’t know bout these other, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money And I aint never number 2,s o you aint gettin’ shit from me And you know I’m a boss, so catch me if you can Blood, I leave a ? bleeding like that nigga got cramps I got molly, got mary, got white girl, got Keisha Used to have Trina but I still got nina Bitch I’m too cold, I’m too coke I put ya neck in my loophole I’m too hot, I’m sup’bowl My money talk, my new bowl I’m high Jupiter, Pluto But everybody know I’m from Mars Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy

[Hook]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

Rick Ross - Last Breath Ft Meek Mill & Birdman Lyrics

Rick Ross - Last Breath Ft Meek Mill & Birdman Lyrics:

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livin’ how you wanna live
Niggas gon’ talk about you
And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook - Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
????? then bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m fucking all that they own
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Once I’m ????, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, ?????
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last check
And I ain’t even in my bed yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin’ ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 - Birdman]
Ballin’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my fuckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]

Chrishan - Y.U. Mad (Remix) Lyrics

Chrishan - Y.U. Mad (feat. Nicki Minaj, Birdman & Lil Wayne) (Remix) Lyrics:

.. in the Benz
get that bitch skinny you win it
get honey the week .. yeah your picture …
Miami salty air and I bet your girl ….
gonna need my spot …get up in uk .. play hey
wanna talk about the past everybody ….
most days they shut … guess I could put that tizzy flow
everything broke fix it yo .. girlfriend know
I sell that … bow wow …
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad

bigger than life CFO
fuck you nigger get down or lay down
shut up everything except a school play ground
triple OG these hoes know me shine an AK blood just like a trophy
I am old school and I snag a bitch
getting money like a mother fucker cracker bitch
what you know about it take notes nigger
why MC.. coach nigger stab man stab man ..we are the took of nigger got the game
on lock like football nigger 100
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad

I got the world on my wallet
switched it for a violet
niggers think they fly let me check you …
the P on my head is for .. I could turn her pussy on …
I do it for my niggers my mother fucking niggers cause these hoes so thirsty
like they got .. I am amazed hoe to set the .. hoe no code on the code that”s code zero
tonight I probably fuck another nigger girl ..
is cash money nigger get .. on lock right behind the …
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad
that’s why you are mad

Mystikal - Original Ft Lil Wayne & Birdman Lyrics

Mystikal - Original Ft Lil Wayne & Birdman Lyrics:

[Intro]
Im a political refugee
Thats how the f-ck I felt

[Birdman - Chorus]
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

[Mystikal]
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 f-cking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you gon’ watch my house
But don’t wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan “how the f-ck 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 muthaf-cker 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

[Birdman - Chorus]

[Mystikal]
Who out c’here f-cking 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 f-cking bed
You dun built this f-cking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal”
Yeah nigga what the hell
Talking baby business, yeah
Don’t be f-cking 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 muthaf-cker trouble this evening

[Birdman - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
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 muthaf-cking 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 f-cked, and all my niggas that died
Tunechi

[Birdman - Chorus]

Meek Mill - I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics (ft.T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Birdman & DJ Khaled)

Meek Mill ft.T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Birdman & DJ Khaled - I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics:

[T.I.]
I’m ridin’ Dodge, I’m ridin’ by
On the westside which side am I?
Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
Again we got the city hidin’
Poppin’ like it ‘posed to be
Hoes who not menaging got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G,
You niggas aint as dope as me, mind you f-ckin’ business
Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
I f-ck with hoes who f-ck with hoes who pills and powder socially
I like em or love ‘em though, cold heart emotionally
? where the ocean is
Ridin in a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit
On some big money shit
Serious ’bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin’ ’bout a bunch of shit
And you aint even done it yet
You the one they gunnin’ at
How I’m ‘posed to honor that?
You all talk dawg, flow and I aint having none of that
I’m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back

[Meek Mill - hook]
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
Bitch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this bitch’
It’s goin’ downn
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my muf-ckin’ crown?

[Swiss Beatz]
You a boss, You a boss
You don’t care what it cost
You just buy that muthaf-cka and you throw that shit on?
You keep poppin’ them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the f-cking block, we be dropping them rags

[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
Niggas used hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad bitches callin’ cause I’m ballin’
And these niggas hatin’ on me cause they starving and I’m parking Aston Martin’s where they walking
These niggas ain’t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
I’ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on his Rollie, he light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I’ma keep it a c-note
Got jewelers down in Miami
They throw it like Dan Marino

[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put 8 chains where my necks at
Hopping in the Ghost I feel I’m dead set
Worth 40 M’s so respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone ya chick
You know the boss well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it’s Anna Mae (HA HA)
Remember momma had a cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arena’s
And I got the gat’s, Gilbert Arena’s

[Hook]

[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
75, 7 showers on her
Spend about 13 hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about 13 hours on it

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f-cked the avatar, now I got a blue dick
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I’m in my zone, I’m Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I’m Young money, cash money, I’m not human
Boy, I’m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban
If she don’t respect me, she gon respect this dick
The World is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime
F-ck, I had to say f-ck one time, get it?

[Birdman]
When I came up in this bitch I was shining every summer
Cook the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stuntin’
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G’s nigga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga
The money do swing behind a killer nigga
Catch me uptown puttin’ it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin’ it all down
Pop a hundred bottles bitch, we wear the crown

[Hook]

Birdman & Mack Maine - Everything I Do Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics

Birdman & Mack Maine - Everything I Do Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics:

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Birdman - Money To Make Ft Mack Maine & Rick Ross Lyrics

Birdman - Money To Make Ft Mack Maine & Rick Ross Lyrics:
My niggers 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance
Now I’m fucking with H, … taking no …
We scoring the points, we the makers…
…you to testify, never make you to …
I sprinkle pesticide, said …
You can’t be talking live when you walking in the house
Fuck what you talking bout, bitch you walking in and out
Ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce
If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house
Cause this only square, when you come in here
So far you squares, let me make it clear
Let me give you straight, I’m a fish in the take
Not the fish in the tank
I got money to make

My niggers 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance X 2

… fucking with me, popping bottles throwing money
Niggers giving headshots, bitch no running
Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping
We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
Shinning on these bitches, after hour count tickets
God is on my g’s, now we on another mission
We focus on another … another …
Another bird full of itch, nigger coming like that
Slap back at it, dipping while we dropping
Gun while we count, hundred g’s in my pocket

My niggers 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance X 2

Real nigger in the building, where the work at
That new all … fitted, that’s my work hat
My niggers got that h purple white and …
And they shoot off one leg … like dirt
Life thug, life thug, bitch I’m feeling like Pac
When I’m riding up the block
Bout to release the 50 shots, off top
Your bitch … get your…
Your family, they gonna miss you
They gonna find you in…
Bury that boy with tissue, 
Since he was a cry baby, … over the casket
Asking lord why baby
See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies
And in a hood that crank babies, 
Who up just to … babies
Bitch I’m from the … you can’t come where I’m from
Got a drum on a … ra pa pa pam pam pam
Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross Mack and stunner
I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100

My niggers 100, my corner 100
The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance X 2.

Birdman - You Too Fine ft Mack Maine, Drake Lyrics

Birdman - You Too Fine ft Mack Maine, Drake Lyrics:

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 1 - birdman]
candy red, candy on a new bed
versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid
where we played, brought her on another site
oceancity view, hella choppers everynight
g5n' take her on another spree
shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a g
ym nigga, ymcmb, everyday the luxery life of a og
persian rugs, chandeliers on the marble floors
birkin bags, chanel with the glass doors
v12 760 with the new money
new ghost, pearl white bitch, young money
yeah, higher than i've ever been
ocean water, just skooze (?) gucci benz
brand new photo benz, and every time i come i got my two block twins

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 2 - mack maine]
i said, oooh girl you classy, ohh ohhh girl you nasty
type to never ever put no type of draws where your ass be
that's one of your best qualities babygirl if you ask me
lookin' like a harv professor, hard for you to pass me
dis purp got me high man, i'm feelin' like feelins
premeditated murder, yeah tonight i'm tryna kill it
you say you been doin your keagles (?), well tonight i'm tryin' to feel it
rest in piece to gary coleman, "what you talkin' bout willis?"
don't need no translator to understand your bady language
your ass must be part of the bloods the way that bitch bangin'
i ain't no vocal coach, but i would have that pussy sangin'
you seein' stars and stripes, you hearin' bells ringin'
yeah, now tell me your secret as i slide off in your vigous (?)
all night sessions is your blessings, don't worry bout no quickies
we could get tipsy like some hippies and minaj like nicki
so soon as you get home, hit me cuuuzzz

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 3 - birdman]
twenty on some custom ? lens
brand new whips, everyday foreign lens
di-dippin' while i'm divin' shortie love to see me win
whe-when she come around all red blood benz
pearly, area, they on some money shit
hustlin' shit out the bed on some runnin' shit
hundreds flippin' money nigga on some hundred shit
old school nigga, big money shit
red wine, clear port on the sunshine
harley davids, matcchin' bike, just like mine
cherry wood, nose divin' cuz we on the grind
born rich, money stay on my mind
roberta could file a nigga, she don't ball
sunset, la, she don't ball
g5, one night just to see the ball
you don't run the game (???), nigga threw the ball

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

Birdman - Y U Mad ft Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne Lyrics

Birdman - Y U Mad ft Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne Lyrics:

[Nicki Minaj]
I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy
Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee
Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy
Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz
This p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky
That p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky
When I’m out the country, niggas call me Neeki
Hi, How are you? Yes, it’s nice to meet me
Damn, Billboard, I mean I’m winning but I’m still bored
Yeah we shine, gold cluster
As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
[Birdman]
Yeah, Bigga Than Life
C4, We the Bidness
Man, f-ck ya’ll niggas
Get down or lay down
Shoot up anything except a school or playground
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me
Shining AK blood, just like a trophy
I’m old school, and I’ll smack a bitch
Getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch
What you know about it? Take notes nigga
YMCMB, head coach nigga
Yeah, stuntman, stuntman
Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan
Yeah, we done took off nigga
Got the game on lock like football nigga
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, i got the world in my wallet
Swisha full of violet
Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage
That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates
I bet I can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant
And I do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas
Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups
I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe
No cut on the coke, thats coke zero
Yeah tonight, I’ll probably f-ck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Waynes World
This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick
Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick’
[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

Lil Wayne ft Birdman - I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics

Lil Wayne ft Birdman - I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicing, I’m not political
F-ck you talkin’ bout, bitch I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio
Bitch, eat something, I don’t like skinny hoes
I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes
I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe
I’m a dog bitch, BINGO
I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga
I’m from the school of hard knocks
You skip class nigga
Tell her buss that pussy open
Bend it over bring it back
Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a brainiac
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
F-ck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch I’m Kenny Cole
I’m a dog bitch, BINGO
Every bad bitch love me
I’m young money, tell em pop that p-sssy for me
Pop that p-ssy for me
And my niggas got the guns, they aiming for ya skully
Tell ‘em pop that p-ssy for me
pop that p-ssy for me
[Birdman]
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred
[Lil Wayne]
If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes
I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink p-ssy, just like a bunny nose
And we are Young Money, the untouchables
I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes
I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed
I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt
Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse
Young Money we the crap, no salary cap
Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes
I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga
Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga
Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas
and f-ck the police, on or off duty nigga
I’m on ome other sht, I’m stunting on them hoes
Bitch I’m smoking pot, like I’m on the stove
I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Holly Grove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold
Boy, you thin crust, f-cking Dominoes
I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Jeronimo
Now get it poppin for a nigga
Show me what you’re working with
I’m fly as a muthaf-cka bitch, no turbulence
Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies
I’m looking for a head doctor for some brain surgery
Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical
I make her fall for me, bitch geronimo
50 shots in a chopper, break ‘em off proper
You niggas can’t see me, f-ck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca
I’m running this shit, I don’t even need blockers
[Birdman]
Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill
Bitch we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy

The Game ft Lil Wayne & Baby - Can You Believe It Lyrics

The Game ft Lil Wayne & Baby(Birdman) - Can You Believe It Lyrics:

[Hook]
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
[Verse 1: The Game]
Young Stunna, young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it’s gon’ be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That’s Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot’s sick, I’m ill
I got a milli in my maze
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louie, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James
Headed to the Game, Red Challenger today
Throwin’ up red flags like I’m challenging the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I’m all about my cake: red velvet
You can’t help it, gotta see what I got
It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’m a Beast, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it decaff
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable?
Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya: Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life’s a bitch and mine a diva
Point the biggest skeptic out I make ‘em a believer
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Baby]
Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
Ya understand, acres on that new land
Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb’
P-p-p-ssy poppin’ bullshit
Bullshit aint shit nigga we the shit
We the business, Louie on every trip
Holiday everyday on the YM ship
Cause everyday my sun shine
Candy paint on the Harley making headlines
Belee dat
We good with this cake homie
Belee dat, we ride every day homie
[Hook]

DJ Khaled - Can't Stop Ft. Birdman & T-Pain Lyrics

DJ Khaled - Can't Stop Ft. Birdman & T-Pain Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Shinin', grindin' on the shine

Flippin' all the time

When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin'

Cash Money flippin', shit them everytime

When we grindin' cause we gettin', flippin' the change range

And doin' different thangs, hittin' the same lanes

But flippin' didn't change

Yeah, higher then we ever been

More money, now more money, cause we ballin' in

[Hook: T-Pain]

You know I can't stop, I won't stop

I feel like everybody's trying to kill me

So I don't stop, 'till I'm on top

And God keeps telling me I will be

If you with me then salute, you know what to do

You know what to do

Put your hands up in the air

You can make it through

All you gotta do is

Put your hands up in the air

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Shinin' bright lights, hotter then them other lights

The real life flash mash on the same night

More money, now we brighter then we even been

Hundred thousand poppin' bottles, bitch we goin' in

Crystal lights, blowin' on that Khaled dro

Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor

Rainbow, red bone with the triple color

Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Yeah it's on deck, straps on deck

Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets

Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet

From hundred G's to flippin' hundred, bitch we hit the liq'

High on the hill, the view above the falls

Smashin' in the field, 100 balls (?)

You know how we do it, bossin' up grand news

Uptown survivor, money really shoot

[Hook]

DJ Khaled - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Lyrics

DJ Khaled - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Lyrics:

[Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]

I’m foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood) let’s go, remix, remix, remix

(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)

[Chorus:]

Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh

Welcome to my hood, look at all these old school Chevys, 24′s so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)

Welcome to my hood, where they gettin fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix

Welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that’s the sound of the police in my hood

[Ludacris:]

Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store

Blowin money cause I live life fast with this bottle full of yak I’m a sip it slow

Singles double when triple beams takeover

Now holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers

Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street

Now wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown

Kids hit with switches, mamas is qoutin’ scriptures

While Ludas gettin head, more gums than baby pictures

Cock my 40 glock and my partna just bought a replica

Now Asains sayin they don’t keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)

We run from red & blue lights to get that green

But whoever got that white is winnin like Charlie Sheen

[T-Pain:]

Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man

Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang

Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot

Fire flame flame, fire fire flame

Put me on the track and I’m a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do

If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet that I’m a eat em all day (fuck food)

850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president

Me & DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant

So keep all that wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that’s the sound of your career in my hood

[Busta Rhymes:]

I hope you niggas got your ringside seats, cause it’s whoopass season

Comin to a hood near you, everybody know what happen when you see me comin (BLACKA!)

I be hurdlin & gotcha reguritatin & murderin everything gun shots bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Ya’ll know what it is, I’m comin to get it & others are blockin

I’m runnin the hood and nothin can top it

You can google it and you can search it

On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it

More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian, he’s adrenaline poppin

Need a medical situation because the way I’m fuckin everything until I’m peepin it

Why you tryna do what you already know that I’m the king with it

And, you don’t wanna come behind me with it bro

Uggh, I killed this shit I ain’t gotta rhyme no more

[Twista:]

Welcome to my hood where poor members of faculty backin me

If you ever try attackin me, that could be when I eat em

Especially when I beat em, when they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me

I’m an anomoly to em, put em on crutches

We’ll sock ya lip first for you touch us, he one that’s kickin our brothas

Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut us

And muthafuckas that love us, their enemies wanna touch us

I’m a spit a flow as if it was a sin, then the gangstas are restin forever

See a solid 4, then I’m a put it on the fin

Then you know to never test, it’ll be a category F5

Handle military with automatic weapon so let’s ride

Love to the honeys, and everybody that runnin the north

And they whole city from the westside

[Mavado:]

well cum to the gully whe we nuh tek bad up big SPLIFF inna mi hand and HENNESSY inna mi cup yuh see the GAL dem wi ve up is like sum ANGEL abducted dem FAT and GRAD up yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence to live yuh must be great to be a snake kno repentance we coming at yuh with vengeance

[DJ Khaled:]

Never slippin, I’m ballin, Puff keep on callin

I don’t see none of you p-ssies, f-ck that shit you be talkin

Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County), every hood and the projects

And when I drop off my singles, I’m droppin one of my targets

Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits

I gave you “All I Do Is Win“, I live this shit

And, we the best, it’s no pretend

I touch a million, throwin hundreds in this bitch

[Birdman:]

Real real nigga numba 1, hustle fly with my son

I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun

Red flag everyday, hundred mil ready to spray

Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plate

Blowin on some good nigga, feelin good nigga

Stunna island, Me & Khaled on the wood nigga

You understand, shinin like I know we should

Birdman YMCMB we good nigga

[Ace Hood:]

Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo front door

Knock knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 4 4

Posted up in that same block, I’m in the drop top with that bank roll

Young nigga, I’m out chere

Can’t name a place I can’t go

Ridin round with my 50 grand

And they wonder what do that safe hold

Middle finga them feds and that’s why I pedge a part of my G code

And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer

It’s we the best forever, amke sure you spread the rumor bitch

[Fat Joe:]

Good coke, hard ride stashes in the bodyshop

Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops

Niggas gettin left right in front of the precinct

Leave em like them Jordans, red dot leakin

I’m 15 when I first startin coppin pies

You 46 just turnin blood, stop it 5

It’s like the only way to make it is supplyin things

Hoop dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing

[Game:]

It’s that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home

Compton that’s my backyard, that’s where I used to get them sacks off

But, now I got platinum plaques in the back of the back

And I’m back with Dre again, Aftermath

We the best, Me & Khaled, Dre & Em

Detox, RED, that’s back to the back

Step in the club with my hat to the back

Nigga I’m so hood even tho I’m livin good

Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat

Drop a couple stacks then it back to the trap

Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the lac

Red rum, if you try it niggas throw it up now

[Jadakiss:]

They knockin packs off, they lettin gats off

Medicate, benefit cards scratch off’s

Savin every dime, tryna choke a quarter

And they ain’t sellin crack, they sellin coke & water

Smokin or ya snortin, they coppin all the Jordans

Nothins more important, steal em if you can’t afford em

I’m gettin to the money, I need another comma

Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama

[Bun B:]

Welcome to the land of the trill, where everybody walkin with they hand on they steel

And, a model is a supply & demand any will

You went outta line with the wrong man then get killed

When ya damned if you will & damned if you won’t

Lotta dudes sayin that they can but they don’t

Lotta boys sayin that they g’s and they ain’t

Mess around, get layed down in the paint

Better do what you say, and say what you do

For I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew

They got them fists, AR’s, AK’s and them twos

And they will gladiate all day, what it do

R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my g’s on lockdown

Stick with it, think I’m a stop reppin PAT, forget it

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Welcome to Clayton county, my house got surrounded

Enemies tryna drown me, but my hood still around me

Rookie of the year, no freshman cover

Shawty 16 years old, with 4 baby mothas

First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET

And, since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street

First rule to put T watches on the TV

Everyday it’s a party on Grove street

[Outro: DJ Khaled - talking]

We the best forever, June 28th, it’s gon be a hot summa