Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Fly Away

[Baby]

Hey

Wassup pimp?

Birdman motha fucker!

[Baby] + (TQ)

The financial adviser of this get money game

It’s stunna the big money man

So loosen up your strings cause you can get shot

The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)

Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money

No baseball player I got the a-ride money

I go to Jamaica homie and ball like a dog (ball like a dog)

The leaf that sticky homie and fog up the car (fog up the car)

It’s nothing to the icky icky Harlem world sticky sticky

Fifty fifty a gram raw cut dilly

Got minks on my body cause it cost too much (cost too much)

250 on the bird had to frost me up

See these gangstas pimps and thugs make the world go round (gangstas, pimps and thugs)

Ride for uptown and till they lay you down

Birdman with them big chips with the bird lady and the benzes (benzes)

[Chorus: TQ]

It’s the fly away

Fly fly away

Or you can hit the highway

That’s the only way that we do it

Love when we do it

Fly away, fly away

Fly away, fly away

Cause we gon get you high today

I know you wanna see how we do it

You know how we do it

Fly away, fly away

[Baby (TQ)]

So get your stock up nigga

Get our brains rapped right

The hood fucked up cause the nigga changed like

The birdman daddy keeps the bricks taped tight

A hundred of them things got my chips same night

Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires

Ice all over cause a nigga so fly (so fly)

? and i’m doing what i’m doing

If them clubs gone pop i’m getting straight to em

Nothing on chain put them dubs on the thangs

Wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains (wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains)

Call a nigga changed ma wash a nigga range

Bird baby down with them cardier frames

Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name

Make winter weather and that’s my thang

I’m iced up nigga smoke pounds of dro

And I’m labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe

biatch!

[Chorus: TQ]

It’s the fly away

Fly fly away

It’s the fly away

Or you can hit the highway

That’s the only way that we do it

Love when we do it

Fly away, fly away

Fly away, fly away

Cause we gon get you high today

I know you wanna see how we do it

You know how we do it

[Baby (TQ)]

It’s the world wide callin’ and the boss of the ballin’

The hood rich nigga money tall as all

The youngers of 20 cheerin’ and nobody starvin’

Nobody borrowin’ cause nobody starvin’

Ey ey TQueezy! the dro man callin’

Get it in the jar Jeff pense is callin’

Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth

Cause ya know how it’s going down

Dro party with the magnolia chicks

Smoke just fly nobody givin’ lips

They all on the floor cause the brains is flying

On the outside it’s just them 20 inch tyres

Bentley, lexus, lams & vets

Them ragtop guccis with the smitt n wess

Got the old school caddie’s and them new school too

Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too

biatch!

[chorus: TQ]

It’s the fly away

Fly fly away

It’s the fly away

Or you can hit the highway

That’s the only way that we do it

Love when we do it

Fly away, fly away

Fly away, fly away

Cause we gon get you high today

I know you wanna see how we do it

You know how we do it

Fly away, fly away

[voice]

The birdman bitch

coming to a city near you

now how you luv that nigga

now I know what this is

you know what you need to do?

you need to look on the back of your cd cover

and get that sticker for the mom burberry g-nites

You want to come pick them up? come pick them up on 6 and magnolia

and holla at ya boy c-ya?

you understand?

and we gon holla at ya another time

holla! biatch!

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Keeps Spinnin

[TQ]

They keep spinnin’

[Chorus x2: Mannie Fresh, TQ, Jazze Pha]

Mannie: Girl there he go again and when he stop they spin

Jazze: Ain’t that them stop and goes?

Mannie: Yeah that’s them spinnin’ rims

Jazze: And what them thangs they cost?

Mannie: I think they ’bout a house

Jazze: Now all you other wheels are played out (They keep spinnin’)

[Petey Pablo]

Now girl believe me I’m coming as fast as I can

Rims spinnin’ like “rooaaaww” like I’m a North Carolina man

Well I can do the do’s on deuce 22’s

So make a mother fucker bowl move

I’m sitting there holding wait a minute

[T.I.]

We in Atlanta, pimpin’, ballin’

Every seven days is ballin’ Chevys

Seven-four is Escalades on spinnin’ blades – they sho is great

Hey Mannie tell these niggaz how to hold these shoes

When the car been parked and the rims keep movin’ (They keep spinnin’)

[Mikkey]

Now in Chi-Town

Rims picking up every block I drive down

And on my lap that Desert weighing ’bout five pounds

Now don’t be playing cause I’m spraying ’bout five rounds (Gun shots)

Get down (They keep spinnin’)

[Stone]

You see that Lexus coupe? That Benz without the roof?

That Cadillac on 25’s with skinny tires that’s baby blue

They on them stop and goes

Them girls like “Watch him go”

Spinnin’ chrome with this Killer Stone

Out the Magnolia with a Diablo (They keep spinnin’)

[Chorus x2]

[Mannie Fresh]

When I get my money baby

Gotta get that big Mercedes

Believe me, when you see me

Its gone be filled up with ladies

This here is serious stuntin’

And when them brakes is pumping

I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath cause

(They keep spinnin’)

[Baby]

You want this money baby

Them there is buttons baby

I put that mink on your body you the Bird Lady

Bur Berry furs crazy

I spent about 80

Birdman and them thangs (They keep spinnin’)

[TQ]

Mine keep spinnin’, dippin’

Dabbin’, slidin’, California ridin’

I rock for LA I rock for Compton and Watts

And my rims keep spinnin’ every time I stop

[Baby]

You see my red Lex

I mean my read Vette

In my red Benz – flew up in my liter jet

I mean my red Beamer – its with that new (?)

Steering wheel in the middle (They keep spinnin’)

[Chorus x2]

[Wolf]

In that H-Town heads turning

Every corner that I come around

Hoping niggaz grin, cause they love the sound

Of them big boys swishing

Them diamonds I stop and go

Sometimes I stop and listen

[Bizzy]

Its big pimpin’ baby

It ain’t no sippin’ baby

I’m in that new thang sitting on them Sprewell Racings

So when I stop they flow

So nigga watch your hoe

I’m at the red light but (They keep spinnin’)

[Gilly]

Its Gilly nigga

This Philly nigga

I push way back with the milli trigga

My rock are froze – I stop and pose

Your bitch all over my stop and goes

They keep on spinnin’ and them hoes keep on grinnin’

But when my car stop my rims (They keep spinnin’)

[Mannie Fresh talking]

All right everybody look at your watch right now

And pay attention to the seconds

I’m ’bout to pull up to the red light I’m ’bout to stop

And we gone see how long they gone spin (They keep spinnin’)

[Chorus x2]

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Looks Like A Job 4…

Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Baby in the backround of chorus]

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga

Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga

Tryin to get this money

You know real real high, real real high

We tryin to stack it biatch

Bird call motherfucker!

[Chorus]

Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I’m on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius

B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!

Somethin’ so fly and somethin’ so slick

24’s, 28’s, got to be better, 18’s never, nigga whatever

It’s the New Orleans finest BIATCH!

I’m a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit

Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model

Nigga if it ain’t money it can’t beat me

That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth

But I’m so so cool and I’m so so ooh

Get outta line watch me bust my 2

I ran out the house and I ran in the building

Them people was comin, “Hands up!” ya feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I’m the bird of the nest

The shark of the sea

Hungry dog on the concrete that’s tryin’ to eat

Nobody move me cause I be who I be

The Uptown rider, the home CMB

I get what I want when I want I could have it

Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin’ average

Never got married but I’m lovin’ Ms. Gladius

Birdlady in that brand new Caddy

I’m a boss nigga

Nothin’ less, two boats no cost nigga

Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga

That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you

I stand my grounds, be a man homie

No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang

“Fuck it, pitch in nigga!” and don’t fuck with them chickens man

Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks

Live this life like you don’t give a fuck nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner

Change feathers twice, come back with the homies

That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets

Feather to the floor with swine on her feets

Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats

And whether thats snow or white mink on me

See I’m hustlin’ leathers and I’m chasin’ cheddars

That’s Eminem’s bitch, it gets no better

With the wide D-lips with the custom leather

And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever

See I’m iced all up with that chrome metal

Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater

But it’s the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game

Birds got to have it with my birdy change

But it’s the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes

26’s, 28’s, it’s the Birdman

[Chorus 3X]

[Baby in the backround of chorus]

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah, you understand?

Birdman baby

Oh yeah, you’re becoming my kind of a bird

You understand nigga?

Flip one, sell one, roll one baby

Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch

I’m comin’ to your hood boy, I’m flyin’ too

18’s is better, never nigga, 24’s, 28’s, I’m singing nigga

You understand this biatch?

Get rid of it little daddy

You understand?

Birdman motherfucker!

You know, you gots to hate me nigga

Bird call bitch

Let’s get this money, holla at your boy nigga!

The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!

Yeah, that’s how you lace me nigga!

I’m lovin’ it!

Hey Lil’ Weezy, Papa doin’ his thang nigga!

Later boy, BMJ out!

Let’s get this money baby

CMR nigga!