Why

[Chorus]

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

Sitting 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 still

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

How I was built, the life of s 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 it aching as sinning

Bathing naked 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