Birdman Head Busta

You know what I’m sayin’

You know what I be like

Sometimes I just have to be that

Better you than me nigga

I would talk : what up K

Fuck ’em

You heard me

[Refrain:]

Gone get you head busta fuckin with the homies

Fuckin with my family nigga knows you been so phones

Gone get you head busta fuckin with my G’s

Fuckin with my G’s pussy niggas gone bleed

Nigga I’m a head busta yeah I’m a head busta

Nigga bust ya head mothafucker I’m a head busta

Yeah I’m a head busta I straight head busta

Empty on these clips only bitch give you some head busta

[Verse 1:]

Nigga mac in the 9 homey thats how I roll

Standin’ on my throne nigga I call it home

Champs for the sim homey that’s what we use

Knock ‘en but the shoes get them pussies nigga blues

How price life get the whips and the jewels

Murder is a mothafucker last what we do

Go tem for stripes

Good with the two

Five star G

Never gone loose

On the other side it’s just a up town thang

On another hit nigga bring a repain

Hit it while them slipping

Get em while them dipping

Call em in your car and they know we straight flipping

Bouncin’ with the chicks keep tha nine on the hip

Lil may nigga and you know I run shit

Gotta get the money pain and the feuds

Pain what we ride pain make me do

[Refrain]

[Verse 2:]

Ya understand me home’

And your love on these streets nigga

I love it to hustle I love it to muscle

I love it to money

I know we gotta a lot of pain from these streets

It seems like there’s no gang but

Money is the muscle on the streets but a dufle bag, garbage bag

Play with me nigga I’ma bust yo ass

Play with the family I won’t see your whole family cry

Your whole family die and the nigga and I wonder why

Ride for soldiers ride fo’ hustlers ride for them real niggas with the muscle

Straight in the situation

Niggas got a problem homey

Nigga bein’ beefin’ homey

Nigga’s being creepin on

Late them up nigga put ’em in a shit of bag

Put ’em in a body bag zip ’em with a toe tag

Sell ’em whole thang

Pull the champ for the tears

Pull the champ for the homies that’s not here

[Refrain]

[Verse 3:]

(Yeah believe that)

Fallin’ nigga 50 they came back with it

Give him all the game and he wouldn’t go and get it

He gave the nigga 20 another nigga 10

And 5 came shot lil when he couldn’t win

Lil when couldn’t win cuz he fuckin’ with the homey

Against a lil nigga and never been phoney

Callin’ him in his whip now he couldn’t slip

Callin’ while he’s slipping so you know he gotta flip

The other lil’ nigga gave him 20 as a pounce

Told him hold it down and he run up-town

He came back with it but he gave the nigga 5

Nigga play with ’em and you know the nigga die

I gave the nigga 2 hundred on them thangs

He brought it all back nigga gave me all my chains

Brought ’em one back he play with the chains

Nigga don’t play so me made those haters swain

[Refrain]

Birdman Respect

I’m so glad to see how far you’ve came in life.

And now since you’re going to become one of the bosses, it’s nice to say that someone’s followed in my footsteps.

You can carry on the name and the tradition.

But remember one thing.

It’s respect, never cross the line, and you’ll always earn a lot of cash money.

Birdman Outro

Now let’s get back on to the last part of bussiness

There is only one word for that, loyalty

Don’t forget everybodys gotta be loyal

That’s how the bussiness started

That’s how everybody got togeether

That’s how they got all these fancy cars boats n this n that

We lost couple of guys along the way

But we still strong because of the loyalty that we have, the trust

That’s how we stood all these years

So don’t forget loyalty

Money… all the money in the world can’t buy loyalty

That’s something that comes from your heart

Don’t forget that

Don’t ever forget your roots

Let’s keep up the good work

Birdman My Jewel

[Intro:]

Yeah

Just like that, baby boy

Brrat

Y’all understand me

Bigger than life (crazy)

Y’all understand me? (yeah)

The sun do shine

Believe me (yeah)

Down bottom (yeah)

Brrat (yeah)

[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* the hustle money *

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)

[Birdman]

Bounce back, rebel

Going in a * sell

I’m raising hell doing swell

Make the mail*, the mirror

Make the money, * tell

Make the money

Flip the money

* show and tell (yeah)

From the bottom

Where the roaches at

Hit the light switch

Where the roaches scat

Bounce back, hella choppers

More stacks, out the back

To a bus * mill stack (yeah)

So she love me

So I * her right

From the floor, no ceilings

What a hella sight

Harley Davis is a * bike

Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred

Models every night (yeah)

Put the suede with the plush leather

Leather so soft * do it any weather

Fly in any weather

Hustle in any weather

Shine in any weather (brrat)

[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* the hustle money *

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)

[Bun B]

This is G

Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects

Where * pull cords and choppers get pulled out

Like you at the barber

Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor

This is my life (life)

A ghetto dream come true

Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) ridin’ so new

On some 2011 * when I come through

Black paint, black seat

And the black rims, too

Can you see me *

I’m creeping on the low though

In the big-body four-door

With the four boy logo (logo)

Smokin’ * rolled up

In a damn * getting high as

* eagle dare drift (drift)

Ain’t that some damn *

And it’s true though

But it ain’t like I’m telling you

Something that you ain’t knew though

So don’t get it twisted like a noodle

I’ll put one in your noodle

And leave a * twisted

So what it do, Bro

[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* the hustle money *

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)

[Young Jeezy]

Give me my *

Jizzle got it bad

He ain’t no fool (nah)

Jizzle ‘bout his bag

2010 drop *, 26-inch

Stick in the back with the 100-round * (yeah)

Call him * bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper

Call me half a * with the gasoline chaser

The hollow , we make the gasoline chase you

Smoke that fire *, till the gasoline face you

* heartless, he walkin’ with a pacer

Blue and yellow mirror, that’s my Indiana pacer

Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer

No playin’ where I’m from ‘cause we’ll trail blaze you

Don’t leave no *

And that’s on everything I own

But I swear * love every * I ever owned

Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster

Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche

[Hook]

Give me my *

Job for my goons

Cooked up the food

Got the ice for the jewels

* the hustle money *

Buyin’ or sell

Private jets *

See, we live a luxury life

Dom P., pearl white

Harvey Davis bike

Mansion on sight

Do the five mikes

Take the five mikes

* five mikes.

Five star and * life (brrat)

Birdman Sun Come Up

[Intro]

Bird, park that body, nigga

Let’s take 2 or 3 of dem shits to da head, nigga

What!

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

‘Til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Life in the fast lane, been scared of airplanes

Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last name

Yey in the carry-on, that I’m ’bout to carry on

After all the deals, I still deal and carry on

Versus the past, we all shed tears

That’s why I pop pills, the end so near

The crackas don’t work, niggas just snitch

Lose trial, that’s a bitch, nigga go sit

Three hots in the car, where the surf ‘n’ turf

Three blocks in the car, I’m gettin’ what it’s worth

From the boss to the bottom, top off the Phantom

Buyin’ up the bar so the ladies gettin’ at him

[Hook: T-Pain]

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

‘Til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

(We hustle on)

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

‘Til the sun come up, ’til the feds run up

[Verse 2: Glasses Malone]

You see my eyelids fallin’, but sleep prolong

Daddy can’t sleep ’til this work all gone

Drub broke down, 10028 zone

I’m seeing new trucks over 28’s chrome

Brand new Benz is 600 ponies

Candy on the bitch, candy on the coat

Dreams so sweet now, it’s my reality

Nigga don’t bite cause you might get a cavity

Now hold me down, clown, call that gravity

Stash so dumb, mine’s ridin’ shot gun

Doin’ 90 down Crenshaw, gotta be careful

Or end up murdered like Cain causin’ hell

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Youngin, this for the Bird Lady

SuWu, yeah nigga

Pontchartrain Beach, ocean, seas

Fleet, red CMB, UPT where I be comfortably

Louis with the suede on

Rockin’ that jewels cause we paid homie

Laid on it, played on it

See a mill like nothing, how we weigh it homie

My honey, she know I’m good with the K

Doin’ it how my niggas did it back in the day

Now my lil’ nigga all good with the spray

Gettin’ money everyday

[Hook: T-Pain]

Birdman Make Way

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Hey!

See me point that gun at y’all me no play!

Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!

Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!

Me make way!

Uh Oh No!

Him fro so dark and him hat so low!

Me never ever ask to become solo!

Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!

Me so poor!

Me come them say Hey!

See me point that gun at y’all me no play!

Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!

Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!

Me make way!

Uh Oh No!

Him fro so dark and him hat so low!

Me never ever ask to become solo!

Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!

Me so poor!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Coca Bitch!

Here is something you can’t understand.

How I can just kill a man.

Shame what the mack can do, K’s spit faster.

I’ll make an ass of you, save the theatrics.

Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that.

I ain’t gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag.

Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate.

Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we’re niggerich.

I’ll yellow bottle your face in, trust me.

Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touched me.

“Pray and pray for my downfall”

BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured.

Speak from the heart, this emotional rap.

Catch feelings when you hear me, I’m supposed to do that. Crack!

A G what the streets done made me.

And the only language I speak is “Fuck You Pay Me!”

Bitch!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

And when me come them say Hey!

See me point that gun at y’all me no play!

Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!

Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!

Me make way!

Uh Oh No!

Him fro so dark and him hat so low!

Me never ever ask to become solo!

Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!

Me so poor!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Say Pardon!

Bad man no take Pardon!

Peer gunshot army them make backup!

A man no fear no man, man no fear no one!

Man a real Islam, man a get down done!

A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car!

Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war!

Me I’m a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster

You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya!

Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya!

Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya!

Me think I’m gon need the almighty one to heal ya!

And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

And when me come them say Hey!

See me point that gun at y’all me no play!

Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!

Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!

Me make way!

Uh Oh No!

Him fro so dark and him hat so low!

Me never ever ask to become solo!

Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!

Me so poor!

[Ad-Lib: Birdman]

Yup! Put it in the air nigga.

Light your lighters in the air.

This for my dead homies.

Yeah!

[Verse 3: Baby aka Birdman]

“Gangsta Gangsta” that’s what we yelling!

Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them!

We in the hood, getting money, we swelling

Bigger than life, you know it’s the cheaper price

Bigger your stripes, you know what we doing tonight

We getting it right, we plan, then hit, then flight

We know the rules nigga, live by none

Get it by none, bitch I’ll kill for my son

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Yeah! Gangsters don’t live that long.

That’s why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home.

And it’s hard for me to say that my heart ain’t yearning.

To walk up in a church and believe the sermon.

But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning.

Hoping that he understands my reasons for it.

No, I ain’t evil; I’m equal.

And nigga I ain’t sweet; motherfucker I’m diesel!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

And when me come them say Hey!

See me point that gun at y’all me no play!

Me come for murder them all the cowboy way!

Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way!

Me make way!

Uh Oh No!

Him fro so dark and him hat so low!

Me never ever ask to become solo!

Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold!

Me so poor!

Birdman Money Machine

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

B-tch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say,

Can’t see you lil n-ggas, the money in the way,

B-tch I’m paid B-tch B-tcha I’m paid,

B-tch I’m paid B-tch B-tcha I’m paid,

B-tch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say,

B-tch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say,

B-tch I’m paid B-tch B-tcha I’m paid,

B-tch I’m paid B-tch B-tcha I’m paid,

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Hardbody cocaine flow dope game never wrote more cane,

More to gain more money not a choke smoke… cane,

More money blood Mary Jane,

Switchin ya lane doing thangs n-gga making change,

Fast like a hurry,

More money that I ever seen b-tch don’t you worry,

That’s how we breaded uptown soldier,

Never did 4 b-tch known how I roll her,

The Porsche came with candy,

The money on the line,

Hundred g’s all the time,

N-gga pitch the sunshine,

4 dope Cartier old hoe still there,

So I brought her to the mall,

B-tch! shawty we don’t care,

Ball til you fall, b-tch she be shinin’ hard time,

Bought my b-tch a white mink and a matching benz 5,

Priceless in the Lambo, Hustlin with my ammo,

Shinin’ like a diamond when I jump of out this Lambo,

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Jump through the lane, Nothing ever change,

Got more money so sh-t still the same,

More cane n-gga so we never did change,

Live through the cycle n-gga struggle for the fame,

Money came more so we hustle all the time,

More that we get N-gga more that we fly,

The sunshine came to the moon how we grind,

N-gga money now still flippin’ all the time,

The motor change n-ggas so the watch with the meter,

Cartier face every time that I see her,

Chandelier lights to the prices of the dice,

Roll a hundred g’s n-gga f-ck the same night,

Poppin Don P Red champagne,

Alize poppin more blowin air,

Draggin’ that brown n-gga holdin uptown puttin’ it down hold my crown got the game of the ground,

That’s how we get it, more money on the island,

More money by da hour, More muscle with this power,

Climbin more fences, Higher than a light,

More money so bright, So we cash it that nite,

Why another million, Still another ticket,

Bought another lambo, bought another building,

Flossin all the time, Porsche, Benz, truck, every time I pull up,

Somethin new came up, Flossin with the ice,

N-gga priceless with the life, Give a f-ck about the price,

Do the same thing twice,

[Chorus]

Birdman No More

[Lil Wayne:]

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida and I swore

That I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin’

Man on the clock like hands grindin

Like teeth get money like heath cliff hukstable keep it comin

Like Keith gotta meke last forever for worse

Or for better gotta make it past the devil

So guns I got several and everybody plays the fool says Aaron

Nevelle but I just play to win holler back like heavy metal

Smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes

My breads buildin bagels and legos when I rose

They froze trust me for the pesos I’m an a hole AK holes

Think face blow and understand talkin money

By the case loads gun off safety I’m in safe mode

I will hold court until the case closed

Brown bag bitch

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right money right

[All Star Cashville Prince:]

Young new investment ain’t no turnin me back

Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack

And I ain’t never goin back sike I love the life standin

Under the street ilght tryin to get off that white

At a reasonable price nah I ain’t tryin to bargain

Wit ya niggas hatin well I guess they gonna be

Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs I sell and cop shit

Like father like son well I was adopoted

I told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and I don’t even wanna

Tell you waht I did with my advance cause I’m only a man

I had to feed my fam takin that hood shit

And copped about 24 grams man I guess it is what it is it

Was what it was before the rap game I was sellin drugs

Either way I’m six figures before my first record

I’ll stunt yall don’t respect my my work habits I’m a hustla

[Lil Wayne:]

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right money right

[Birdman:]

Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter

From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies

That how I’m hood rich and murder was the case got me

Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin Birdman

Nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u

Up I’m rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta

Hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin

On some shit breaking bread choppin millions

Cause a bitch ain’t shit told as a youngin how roll

With the chopper if money on your block for the money

Ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money

Wouldn’t stop us from ridin fly whips now they ho out

Jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna

Is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit

But the birdman raised ya bitch

Birdman got an army birdman got a navy

And cash money can’t save ya

[Lil Wayne:]

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown bag full of money

I got the work goin to Florida

And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more

But I don’t never say that no more got my mind

Right money right

Birdman Why

[Hook: Birdman]

Something so fresh

Rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess

Feeling so nice, bubbly so right

Burning on the kush, do it all night

Money is a must, fucking with them hoes

Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold

Got to get the full, got to get the dough

Sittin’ all high, riding on the low

Get money, baby

[Verse 1: Birdman]

I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel

I’m so high, I got the hard knock from the feel

For real nigga, ride around with the steel

That’s how I live, nothing changed, how I bill

How I was built, the life of a struggler

Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle

I see moms want new shoes

Moms gotta give everything she want to

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Don’t make me a villain, is an athiests sinning

Bathing Ape in the winter

Tryina taste me a million

Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison

Gun charge, I don’t bug, gotta make a decision

Flooded the Audemar, I bought another car

I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large

I’m looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck

When I was at the bottom, staring at the top

It was easy then, they didn’t see me then

Now they see me selling dvd’s for these dividends

The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I’m straight

Just call me the boss

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Nigga I’m in the Caddie out the hela chopper

Two choppers nigga and it won’t stop us

I hear em poppin’ off at the mouth

But money, money pops at the mouth

We keep the work in the trash can

Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man

Keep the tool nigga just to rule

5 star G break em down nigga don’t do

And stay up like a high jet

So high, so high nigga, what’s next?

So we’re feeling when we come down

Shit down nigga represent uptown

Uptown flashing my shit

Red bandana for the dead and another clip

Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that

Duffle bag full, come through nigga

Bitches know the game so they want too nigga

Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch

Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks

[Hook]

Birdman Out The Ghetto

[Baby Talking:]

Yea Nigga Right Now Im On Stunna Island Nigga Blowin Out The Pounds Nigga Fast Money Cash Money Nigga Got Bout A Mill Under The Mattress Bout 5 Mill In The Wall Nigga No What Im Saying Me In My Homie Hot Bezzle Nigga G’d Up To The Feet Up In By The Way

That’s The Lil Homie Choppa Bitch

[Choppa:]

You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G Uptown Yea We Getting Down Shit Was Kina Hard From Me When I Lost My Moms Im The Murder Man How You Loving That Ride’n Thru A Drive By In A Mayback On 22’s Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling’n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G

[Baby:]

On The Real For Real My Nigga On The Real My Nigga We Been Bout This Hustle Since 94 A 100 Mills The Deal My Nigga Project Skillz My Nigga We Got This Game Here From Off The Flo We Spin Corners For Real 1100 Catena My Nigga When We Out Here Pimpin Hoes We Get It How We Live My Nigga 10mill On The Crib My Nigga We Been Moving Birds On The Low We Stay Strap With The Mac In The Lack Nigga Since 85 Nigga Been Getting Stacks Nigga I Never Change On Nigga Bounce Back Gave The Lil Homie Game In The Nigga He Gave It Right Back Nigga Im From The Grounds The Niggas Call Uptown In Cash Money Is The Life Blowin Out The Pounds

[Choppa:]

Mayback On 22’s Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling’n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G

I Gotta Eat On These Streets Live Are Die On These Streets Get Down On These Streets Survive On These Streets C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon C’mon You Can Take A Nigga Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant Take The Ghetto Outta Me