Birdman Army Gunz

[Chorus:]

Yeah yeah yeah (I got army gunz)

Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz)

Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz)

Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

Now ya know I play it like a pro in the game

[Lil Wayne:]

Okay I’m out ‘chea you niggaz done started it ya ordered it

Bullet find a home in ya arteries pardon me

But them niggaz won’t touch not a part of me bet on it

Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain’t that a bitch

Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence

You gon’ stop fuckin’ wit’ them warriors from New Orleans

And I really think that it’d be better if

I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip

Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera

You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America

Here it come got her done never caught without one

Niggaz wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce ’em

Smokin’ on a ounce of that shit from the mountains

People say I need to stop no I need a counselor

And I’m here you are gonna need a chopper

And I’ma need a lawyer and you gon’ need a doctor

Why? Because…

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]

Get at ’em we hit ’em up if they rattin’

Niggaz ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the boy them niggaz softer than satin

I’m feelin’ awfully aggy yes I walk wit’ the maggy

I tell him park in a alley and leave ’em parked in the alley

Niggaz talkin’ about me but they ain’t talkin’ it at me

‘Cause if they talkin’ it at me then I’m just talkin’ to caskets

All that talkin’ is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong

‘Cause the shit gettin’ chiseled on ya tombstone

What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul

Make a real nigga bring it back to ’92 dog

Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off

Hope he can swim wit’ them concrete shoes on

I got the gun right beside me who don’t?

Got beef homie I was just gettin’ hungry

When you come bitch you better bring a army

We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga

Why? Because…

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]

Thirty shots in the clip niggaz let’s trip

Line ’em up put ’em down on the guest list

These niggaz ’bout to make me go Rambo

I’ma take the shit as far as it can go

War is the answer if ya questionin’ the general

Snap shots at’cha baby you are just a centerfold

And less Kenneth Cole niggaz seem plenty bold

Pull that bitch out alright don’t make me get my fishin’ pole

Them niggaz hoes really doe

I would swing down there wit’ any O Forty-Fo’ and let ’em go

Let ’em know that I ain’t never been sweet and won’t be

Yes I’ll be right here on the ground when you want me

Make a nigga have to come back like wit’ the smack

Thomas bitch I promise I’ll kill ya and that’s a fact

And I ain’t never killed no one jack

But I’m honest bitch I promise I’ll kill ya and that’s a fact

Why? Because…

[Chorus]

Birdman Dallas

[Jacquees:]

Me and Stunna living lavish

It’s up to me I gotta have it

Cash money soldier bout that action

Ima knock’em off they balance

We been smokin all this weed

Fuckin women on the beach

I been livin in the palace

Aye me and Stunna living lavish

Aye I got bitches out in Dallas

Shakin booty, strippin for the money

Hit the stage and get the money

Ima king, I’m fresh up out the dungeon

Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid

Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas

Hey I been kickin like a king, Hey I been living out a dream (my dreams)

I pull up in a limousine, fresh up on a magazine

Florida water unclean, spot a hater with the beam

Aye birdman know that shit so cool

Me and Stunna hit the road, Aye me and Stunna gotta go

Aye we gotta get on the road, I gotta get on the road

Aye I’m having somewhere to go

Aye Stunna gone and let them know that I got you

Young nigga full of flame like a dragon, no braggin

But..

Me and Stunna living lavish

It’s up to me I gotta have it

Cash money soldier bout that action

Ima knock’em off they balance

We been smokin all this weed

Fuckin women on the beach

I been livin in the palace

Aye me and Stunna living lavish

Aye I got bitches out in Dallas

Shakin booty, strippin for the money

Hit the stage and get the money

Ima king, I’m fresh up out the dungeon

Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid

Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas

[Birdman:]

Flew up out went to Cali, old school wearin Bally’s

Cartier with the shades, never could live average

Dallas living like Mavericks, wall safe full of cabbage

Pussy nigga know me, I’m all about my fees

All about my g, knowing how we gone eat

Moving up with them birds, Cali kush and that word

Cali cooking that bird, Cali moving that herb

Uptown my words, spent a Bentley get served blattt

[Jacquees:]

Me and Stunna living lavish

It’s up to me I gotta have it

Cash money soldier bout that action

Ima knock’em off they balance

We been smokin all this weed

Fuckin women on the beach

I been livin in the palace

Aye me and Stunna living lavish

Aye I got bitches out in Dallas

Shakin booty, strippin for the money

Hit the stage and get the money

Ima king, I’m fresh up out the dungeon

Bugatti in the drive way, Hey fuck a hater I am paid

Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas

Aye we got women out in Cali, Giuseppe steppin with the bally’s

I pull up on you with a model

Got GTV on all my bottles, got GTV up on the chain

I pull up on them in the mustang, I probably fucked on they main thang

Jacquees don’t just rap, he can sang (Jacquees sang yeah, yeah)

I’m in the 6 with my woes, on the chap finna hit candler road

We don’t buy shoes out the store

I’m a young nigga that wanted some more (some more), ima go get me some more (some more)

And Birdman got my back like coats

Cash money youngin, they don’t fit the roll

Me and Stunna living lavish

It’s up to me I gotta have it

Cash money soldier bout that action

Ima knock’em off they balance

We been smokin all this weed

Fuckin women on the beach

I been livin in the palace

Aye me and Stunna living lavish

Aye I got bitches out in Dallas

Shakin booty, strippin for the money

Hit the stage and get the money

Ima king, I’m fresh up out the dungeon

Bugatti in the drive way, hey fuck a hater I am paid

Me and Stunna living lavish and we got bitches out in Dallas

Birdman Neighborhood

[Verse 1 – Ralo:]

At night I think about it, them niggas can’t without me

Them bitches try to doubt me, a nigga came up out it

Talking about it, niggas ain’t bout it, you just talking

How could they doubt me? How could they doubt me? They wasn’t around me

How could they give and take it from us?

All of my niggas that made it with us

Fuck all them haters, they can’t get in touch

I was impatient, I was in a rush

I taking that molly, making her mind up

I care for nothing, I made it, I promise

Fuck all the comments, they hating on us

Tell them they want this cause nobody done this

I be stacking it up, they not be showing no love, I got that shit out the mud

I sit in front of that jug, I didn’t have much, I barely made it to court

I’m on my mama’s support, she didn’t abort, I owe that lady the world

Til I did it for her, for her, she still my favorite girl

[Chorus – Birdman:]

Yeah, we move them bricks in my neighborhood

Double strap with the macks in my neighborhood

We get the money, flip them hundreds in my neighborhood

I staying tote stay down in my neighborhood

Bust guns and don’t trip nigga, clear a round and get flipped nigga

Hustle just for them Crips nigga, we do this shit just for them flips nigga

We all gravy in my neighborhood

We get them hundreds, keep it running through my neighborhood

[Verse 2 – Ralo:]

Counting the bricks, counting the bricks, counting the bricks

I want your bitch, you want your bitch, she want the dick

Pull up, pull up in that Wraith with the plugs, none of these niggas gon take it from us

Fucking with us, nigga you would, I be fucking these hoes in the club

Fuck the OP, I know that I did it, all of my niggas gon handle their business

I get it, I spend it, you know that I’m winning, none of my niggas been broke in a minute

All of these bitches embrace me, I think it’s because of my bracelet

You see that look on they faces, you know them niggas was hating

Tell em that I’m gonna win, I’m gonna do it again, none of my niggas have been

I just got out of the pen, now get rich off a pen

Do you remember me selling dope?

I used to live at that yellow stone

Now a nigga doing better though

I ain’t ever going back to broke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Derez De’Shon:]

Ever hear the song? Time ain’t money, got the Rollie and they still on me

On the highway with no license and they still on me

I got a stick on it right now, that loud talking, better pipe dow

Fore I catch a body right now, yeah I’m talking right now

Officer outside claiming county fore you try, better think about it

Wrist roll, nigga bank about it, everybody having paper rounds

Most of these niggas be lying, most of these niggas be lying

Never committed a crime, pull out a fine, they crying, what’s on the back of your mind?

I’m on that mob shit, we steal it, we rob shit, we kill it

No swiping, no cop shit, in the trench, got dope in the closet in the skillets

Crips and Bloods show me love in my neighborhood

Before you cross me, better be cautious in my neighborhood

[Chorus]

Birdman We Poppin

[Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Listen to the track, bitch

Yeah, yeah (slime)

That way, the fly way (grra)

Before anything (brr, brr)

Paper way, paper plates (whoa)

Hundred fifty on the ice skates (whoa, yeah)

You know? Young fly nigga tryna get it (yeah, yeah)

Find a way to get it (oh, yeah)

Up on it now (yeah)

Chi with the swag

Sauced up (yeah)

G’d up (these niggas can’t compare to me)

You know? (Yeah)

Bad bitch on one

Real nigga, rich nigga shit (I’m a real gangster, got them hitters right on side of me)

Let’s get it (go)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Chasin’ that money, I ain’t been to sleep in three days

Can’t waste my time, I get that money ’cause I need it

Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way

I bet you ain’t never met a nigga cut like me, yeah

We be them niggas, we ain’t worried ’bout nobody

I’m with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me

I’m a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me

Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin’

Yeah, we poppin’, oh now I could say lil’ bitch we poppin’

Yeah, we poppin’, oh

[Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Mm, we get that money from U.S. and flip it overseas (flip it overseas)

Transport that pack with a trunk full of hella kis (full of hella kis)

I’m from a pound with my round, we’ll bust and flee (we’ll bust and flee)

Bitch niggas hatin’, can’t run that money up like me (run it up like me, yeah)

Real Blood, keep that torch when I’m ridin’ (suwoo)

Nigga try to take what I earn, I’m a sly nigga (I’m a sly nigga)

Lately I been slippin’ case, goin’ through some trials lately (through some trials)

Let that fake shit go ’cause I got money on my mind, nigga (on my mind, brra brra)

Rich gang or don’t bang, nigga (or don’t bang, don’t bang)

Up in that foreign, I been swervin’ lane to lane (skrrt skrrt)

I’m too official, got black diamonds in my chain, nigga (black diamonds)

I ran it up, you niggas go and do the same, nigga (slime, uh)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Chasin’ that money, I ain’t been to sleep in three days

Can’t waste my time, I get that money ’cause I need it

Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way (on Blood)

I bet you ain’t never met a nigga cut like me, yeah (oh)

We be them niggas, we ain’t worried ’bout nobody (’bout nobody)

I’m with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me (yeah)

I’m a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me (on side me)

Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin’ (oh)

We poppin’, oh now I could say lil’ bitch we poppin’

Yeah, we poppin’, oh (oh, grra)

It ain’t no cap, it ain’t no question, bitch we poppin’ (bitch, we poppin’)

If they could read the play these niggas still can’t stop it (stop it)

Brand new McLaren, paid for cash out my pocket (out my pocket)

When I’m on scene, I got the hammer ’cause they watchin’ (woo)

Got a whole lotta diamonds on my body

Whole lotta money in my pocket

I’ma run up a bag, you know I ain’t stoppin’

We them niggas, bitch we poppin’ (oh, oh)

I’m screamin’ out “murder,” you know how we rockin’

Them niggas ain’t with it, I know that they flodgin’ (yeah)

When I was broke, couldn’t wait ’til I got it

Now when I see it, I want it, I buy it (hey, hey)

Yeah, this for them women get that money who don’t need a nigga

This for them youngins who been hustlin’, posted in them trenches

They ain’t comin’ how we comin’, swear that we the realest, yeah (woo)

Chasin’ that money, I ain’t been to sleep in three days

Can’t waste my time, I get that money ’cause I need it

Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way (ooh)

I bet you ain’t never met a nigga cut like me, yeah (ooh)

We be them niggas, we ain’t worried ’bout nobody

I’m with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me (whoa)

I’m a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me

Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin’ (oh)

Yeah, we poppin’, oh now I could say lil’ bitch we poppin’

Yeah, we poppin’, oh

Birdman Don’t Die

Yeah…Yeah

Check me out man…Yeah

[Lil Wayne:]

Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers

Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L’s up

We stay low from the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless

And just think, I’m one sell out record away from being famous

Shit I guess I ain’t it

You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta ’til the day I lay

where the worms stay

I spit it for my nigga’s sake

I spit it for myself a long time ago

Got a few houses, few whips, few condos

I’m so straight I’m pointin

The game is hurtin, and baby boy the ointment

Baby boy the president now

Shit you gotta make an appointment

Two record labels

You should come join ’em

Do check the label

And make sure it’s yellow or rose ‘fore you bring it to my table

[Chorus:]

Gansta’s don’t die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami

I’m banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it

I’m still a G, thuggin out in public, believe it

Gansta’s don’t die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, I move to Miami

I’m banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it

I’m still a G, thuggin out in public, straight up

[Birdman:]

Yeah…

Nigga playin, doing about 180

Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade

Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky

G4 whenever, fly in any weather

Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers

Million on the floor

Thats fo’ sho’ that lil’ homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow

And don’t think about the past

A little water came, now we floatin on everything

Niggaz doing about anything, killin while they hustlin

Niggaz puttin it in for the change

So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin his roll on

I’m on the side with that bling

And outside, got them thangs

Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin lanes

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne:]

Naw, don’t fuck with that dogg

Yo, I’m gonna knock your fuckin head off

And I’m coming back hard

Stunner get me to work, and I’m runnin that off

I’m comin back with it, and let my team split it

With a swagger you can’t get, naw you can’t get it

Shit, bitch I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin stop? When it’s empty

And you still drawing Leonardo D’Vinci

[Birdman:]

Trap me, I’m in there early, gettin money ridin dirty

Uptown puttin in down blowin out the pound

Duffle bag full of cash when I come around

The lil’ homie got the game so I put him down

Hold my town, world wide wearin a crown

Like father like son, got it off the mound

Like father like son, nigga’s stand their grounds

Like father like son, nigga fuck them clowns

[Chorus]

[Birdman (over chorus):]

Yeah nigga,

Un-fuckin-believable

I know y’all hear some more shit about me and my little young nigga

You know, they mouth like they ass

Anything will come outta that motherfucker ya’ heard me

Big shouts to all them cities who opened your arms to us nigga

And let us through that motherfucker, ya’ heard me

Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we did bounce back

Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas

Everybody ya’ heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world

Birdman Any Weather

Ayo tell me, tell me please tell me which way that wind blowing, that money blowing up in here

Look at me I’m a money making classic

[Birdman & Kodak Black:]

Any weather (Flyer than a dove nigga)

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather (Nigga flyer than a dove nigga)

I’m fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I’m fly in any weather nigga

[Kodak Black:]

G5, spreading blue hundreds call it peacock

Different color money got me out here with the pink eye

See about me nigga I was fly since I was knee high

Nolia boy swag Reebok with my Levi’s

Young nigga, thug nigga, flyer than a dove nigga

Young nigga, thug nigga, flyer than a dove nigga

Grew up like a caterpillar, butterfly bug nigga

I know drug dealers nigga, I know cold blood killers

[Birdman:]

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I’m fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I’m fly in any weather nigga

Any weather, mmm

Coogi sweater

Italian leather, mmm

Rollie bezel got it dank

Find me like a German Shepherd

Go and pluck a feather bitch learn a lesson

She a superstar, pop star, I’m invested

We out in courtside brought bout ten weapons

Bad bitches, mmm

Walk Vegas, uh

Don’t save her, errr, pull up we ain’t waiting

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I’m fly in any weather nigga

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

Any weather

I’m fly in any weather nigga

Birdman Like Father, Like Son

[Hook:]

There ain’t no love like…

Like father like son, nigga…

[Birdman:]

Yeah

It’s filthy with quarter ki’s in the kitchen on ’em

Tha block is hot but we out here gettin it on ’em

And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets

Cause these niggas act a fool and we be quick to put it on ’em

Them tear drops homie we so not

The nigga to fuck with cause we will pop

.40 cal keep it cocked nigga ready to block

Keep a gun a extra clip homie that’s how we rock

And like father like son daddy we don’t borrow

We stay on the grind homie cause we grind harder

And fuckin with me homie you won’t like

You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night

We got birds flyin out and we’ve allowed the pipes

We do this state to state thing and cheat the price

And Rufus came home and I told him to shave

But he was tellin me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]

Listen

Birdman put me on when I was just eleven

He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson

He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend

My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil

My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven

So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me

And I remember what my poppa told me

Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna

[Birdman:]

Yeah

I’m out c’here homie pitchin the game

And yes I do the whole thing nigga give me my change

Yes we do the same thing out the brand new Range

Little nigga like his father homie doin his thing

We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked

Every nigga in my circle homie ready to pop

We be ridin drop tops that’s just how we rock

And I’ll be ridin in the Phantom through my up town blocks

Nigga

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]

Alright money on my mind

Look I-I-I I hear you niggas wisperin

I say wisperin cause you niggas ain’t hollerin bout shit

Po’ pussy ass niggas gangster and me

Look Birdman jr fuck the world pops

And we gon keep it movin even if the world stops

Stay strapped and laced like girl socks

Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake

Birthdays was the worst days

Now we sippin’ on Louis when we thirsty

Ya know, I do believe the moneys cursed me

So I pray to God that the devil dont murk me, uh

Little Wizzle but you bitches call me first place

And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase

I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space

You niggas yellow like Sesame street Bert’s face

Worst case scenario, burial

Two tone Carara like Mascara, uh

The G4 take your boy where ever

Like father, like son the era, nigga

[Hook]

Birdman Justice

[Intro]

Sometimes when I’m smoking that shit, right bird

Man you ever just pray my nigga

This for all the hustlers

Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga

We hustling

I be coughing this shit, hustle

And I just be thinking bout

We blast off, god love us, my nigga

Real talk

Sometimes I recite song 27

The lord is my light and my salvation

Whom shall I fear?

Not nothing of these fucks

[Verse 1]

Coming up a nigga had to fight for erything

Now I’m at the fight 3 rows from the ring

Call some don king, on boats with Jay-Z

Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese

Who shine like boss, a birdman junior

We still got birds, don’t let birdman fool ya

We just so blessed, lexus stretched

Tears in my eyes and I mean

The fam so trill, we just so rich

You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch

Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts

Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks

Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back

So I’m riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap

Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H

Call you when I come down

[Verse 2]

Young gutter, been running for 10 summers

Bad bitches lust, you pay for pussy, they front us

Young boss talking, you lil niggas is runners

The deals that I’m aching to turn, my gun is the stunnest

It’s lies that you speak, the truth lies in numbers

The wheels on the new coupe, humongous

Bet that, maybach wet black

Curtains close on the motherfucker when I sit back

Yeah, got the game from the stunner man

Yeah, but I still keep it gutter man

Money wrapped up in a rubber band

Give it to my bitch, tell her blow a lane nothing down

Just a young nigga shitting, dumping

Maybach music in the maybach bumping

GT vodka got me feeling right

Just a young nigga getting money man I’m living life

[Verse 3]

Oh you lil fresh lil fly like that nigga, H

Rest in peace to the rest in peace

Come through nigga when I came through shooting

Niggas popping off so I had to shoot him

Shot him up, pop it off, that’s how we do it

Got the money moved out and that’s how we do it

Ak, I’m in the hallway, you niggas get sprayed

You niggas can’t fade, get laid

A nigga get flayed

Fuck a nigga when we land, man we wet

Chop em all then we chopped up

Chopped up, got other niggas chopped up

Upstate nigga came together got bucked

Ain’t nothing came so we did it, so we did us

Another night in the new bus

Smoke till we see dust

Another bitch and she on us

Ball till we can’t flush

[Outro]

This that H experience

This the volume one, lost tapes

These records was recorded years ago

Bitch we make time this music

Catch up, we hustlers

We winners, we rich, we the greatest

We the best, bitch we the business

We made it, we will never stop

Birdman, ricky rozay

Miami, new Orleans, every ghetto across the world

Every hood, every project

You feel the pain in the music

We out here, H

Birdman Written On Her

[Birdman]

Yeah, Birdman

Just like that

[Jay Sean]

[CHORUS]

Yeah, she got

Her swag on lean

The way she dancin on me

Can tell that she a queen

Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either

The way she grindin on me – you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Birdman]

(Yeah.. All red.. yup)

Gucci bag poppin tags

New crib brand new jag

Birdman party shine

Bad bitch all the time

Stay fly, ride fly

I’m stuntin’, stay high

Straight G, just like that

Throw 100, bounce right back

Red hot, hard top

Cash money hard knock

Bently frame, drop top

50 G’s, the bottles pop

Iced out, so we chill

Tunin’ up every automobile

Tatted up, life of a G

– 5 Starred –?

[Jay Sean]

[CHORUS]

Yeah, she got

Her swag on lean

The way she dancin on me

Can tell that she a queen

Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either

The way she grindin on me – you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Birdman]

yeah yeah

250 on the dash

yeah i’m livin fast

yeah I’m gettin cash

I need a bitch thats bad

Shawty play your role

We slammin phantom doors

She be like drive slow

We burnin purple smoke

I said I’d never fold

I promise not to stop

Just like my rolls royce

The way that girl drop

I need a hot girl

The way the girl hot

Dollar signs tatted on her

on her private flight

[Jay Sean]

[CHORUS]

Yeah, she got

Her swag on lean

The way she dancin on me

Can tell that she a queen

Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either

The way she grindin on me – you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

[Jay Sean]

I wanna be all over your body like it was my in tattoos

baby I don’t have to, I ain’t playin

and I needa some good girl in front of me baby

You drivin me crazy, yeahhh

[Jay Sean]

[CHORUS]

Yeah, she got

Her swag on lean

The way she dancin on me

Can tell that she a queen

Her mama wouldn’t like it, her daddy wouldn’t either

The way she grindin on me – you can tell shawty’s a keeper

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye ahh

Birdman So Tired

100…stunna!..wot it is nigga?…i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn..

[Chorus – Lil Wayne (2x)]

I gat (belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right [2x] (yeah)

[Verse 1 – Birdman]

Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight…so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa

[Chorus – Lil Wayne (2x)]

[Verse 2 – Birdman]

Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket..co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy , i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin’ bitch were rich and we won!……(we kil)

(stunna baby)

[Chorus – Lil Wayne (2x)]

And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right [2x] (yeah)