Lyrics:
I could have been a great man, but look, it was me who stood in the way of that
I was taken aback by the things that God wasn't taking back
I
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
me to do it no more
That I mean, Young Money
Shout-out to my father the Birdman, Slim, yeah
Be looking for the Carter 4, August 29th, coming soon
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
that's my word
And when they hear that new weezy it
Remind them of that old baby
93 94 baby yea before the stunna
Yea the real bird man i'm the Birdman Jr
Well I'm a 17 nigga got that Hollygrove in me
It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it
You ain't fucking with me I
Got the hottest flow nigga
There
need your bitches 'cause I got my own hoes
Prince of my city and she Apolon', whoa
Run it up, run it, run it like Jackie Jones
She told me sign her
bout what you niggas heard man
Bitch I got the game from the fucking Birdman
Bitch I got the game from the fucking Birdman
Bitch I got the game from
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
Coach me, Joey yeah
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this
I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by
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
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
came to party
So it's TNA
I go to war for that money
I'm a green beret
I got that cash flow
Nigga I just need to save
Call me birdman
Flock full
to the hotel room and I'm bustin' her up
Nigga on my dick inside the club
Sayin' he got bricks, I'ma get him drunk
Money on deck, meet me by the truck
I
the hell am I doing right (yeah)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, get up out this water
Cant go under cause I got my son and my daughter,
I
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the coldest nigga why'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby]
(OK)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress (she got gear)
She walks like a model, the girl is so fresh (so fresh)
I got a few of them, here's
like Birdman, got white like Lindsay Lohan
Made a hundred stacks off the pots and pans
On the corner serving grams
My niggas be on the block hard
My
Yea,
Birdman, always priceless,
Cash money, Young money,
New Money, swagged out,
Uptown we in the buildin'
[Chorus]
I want it all, I want it
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these n****s so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
set up by a rat hoe
Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo
Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles
Man, I'm tired than a fuck, yeah
son, nigga
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in
the money home,
Birdman Jr.,
Mind that bird,
Always strapped,
Combat first,
Never back down,
I lay you back down,
Always strapped up never put dat strap down,
wifey wifey
[TQ]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
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