We Gangsta

[Intro: Birdman] This here for the money homeboy Money money money train nigga It’s like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve And then we back and bounce back bitch YEA It’s real simple nigga It’s just seein to be whats in you nigga If you a hustla, you gonna get dough And that’s how it goes [Chorus: Birdman] Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2] [Verse 1: Starlito] I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida (Harlem) I’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I’m a stunna I get em from ten (yeaaa) I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fuck em) I’m about my business I git it from Slim I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I’m gon swagga Pimpin on the car Im gon mask up or bang up Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood So I’m like fuck bein famous You don’t wana live my life Trust me I’m dangerous, I must keep a banga (Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on If we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes [Chorus: Birdman] Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I’m a gangsta millionaire since You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin I’m 36 old fishscale still stand Then eat the nigga And Im gonna ride fo my people nigga I’m in the hood where the dudes be Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b I gotta a army and I’m the general nigga Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga I’ma button down bricks and voices off in my head Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain’t gon’ lie about it And I took a few losses I ain't gon’ cry about it But I’ll front you a brick if you down and tapped out A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it Yo gotti straight up I’m a snitch killa Don’t even speak to me Garth, you ain’t a real nigga [Chorus: Birdman] Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2] [Verse 3: Birdman] Now I’m riding through my town got the key to my city All the tin mo things brand new in the minute Every nigga in this mothafucka no me dog Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall Methomine project where I started the struggle Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting From the half 17’s, nigga 50 n hundreds I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons And I done did my time, I wouldn’t git it, wouldn’t git it And got it on my mind cuz it’s money over bitches All the time I’m bout mine, nigga workin from digits Green bags full of cash nigga how we feel it Stunna island poppin bottles nigga fuckin them bitches Got the money and fame and them and them come on wit it, mo hundred [Chorus: Birdman] Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2]