Birds

[Intro] (M-M-M-Murda) [Chorus] I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd I got them Percs, so many Percs So many colors, they look like Nerds When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin' I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant I got a butler, I got a worker I got a runner, she got a Birkin I got my gun in it in case you lurkin' First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin' I put some beads on her waist and her girdle I put that ho in the air on commercial I sent her all the way down with them turkeys [Verse 1] Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe and [Refrain] I'm too cold to be a hot boy And, I got birds flyin' south, boy Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah I'm too cold to be a hot boy I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy I make them birds sing like choirboy Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah [Verse 2] I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr, I made 'em "prr, prr" All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve Yeah, I'm servin' them birds Ahead of the curve, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fast Flag red as a bird All of these feathers, damn All these treasures, remember to always measure Always business, yeah, never pleasure Remember, always, never Wings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin' Charge him extra I got Big Birds, you need Tweety? Call Sylvester Tiger Woods, I got birdies, dawg If it's a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gon' fall No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawg Number thirty-three, sell the jersey in your arm, bitch [Refrain] I'm too cold to be a hot boy Got them birds flyin' south, boy Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah I'm too cold to be a hot boy I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy I got more birds than you got clout, boy Free as a bird in the clouds, boy [Chorus] I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd I got them Percs, so many Percs So many colors, they look like Nerds When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin' I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant I got a butler, I got a worker I got a runner, she got a Birkin I got my gun in it in case you lurkin' First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin' I put some beads on her waist and her girdle I put that ho in the air on commercial I sent her all the way down with them turkeys [Outro] It's Tiger Woods