I Got Them

[Intro: Birdman] Already, know what I'm sayin This Birdman and this is how its goin down The lil' young'n, Yo Gotti I certified the nigga Stamped to approve you feel me and the J.R I see like niggas must be.. They got us fucked up, they got us fucked up They got us fucked up, we been movin birds bitch They got us fucked up, they got ya fucked up They get ya fucked up, we been movin birds bitch (yeah) [Chorus: Birdman & Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Alright, yeah Money to be made, best believe a nigga got it I run it myself, like a quarter back option I pitch ya ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin She buys ha' self some clothes and she brought me back a chopper See nigga try to cook it, but know I dont play sucker I'm all about my cake, I'm tryin to marry Betty Crocker A package on the way, you know my whip game proper Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars Now I will shoot dice, smokin on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points We over here hustlin, we over here grindin We rap about money, and a nigga might sign ya Rap about me, and a nigga might find ya Banana in ya ass, its what you hear right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma where I bought em You can holla at me, or Fee [Chorus: Birdman & Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Another bird man with the bird land got a twenty piece Gotti know charge to Memphis twenty-two a piece Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a blender Low key and a rental with them things in the fenders Yeah I'm goin ten grand, January to December But theres no winter, summer, Gotti lookin like a winner I'm goin back to Cali', I got to get the light green Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees Eighteen wheeler, now I'm on I-10 On my way to Memphis, I got to get my hands in I come from the north where gangstas gon' grind Bitch niggas gon' whine, and hustlas gon' shine Everybody say they trappin' But most of these niggas lying I told Slim, I told Stunna, I'm waiting for my time You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot em Chopper bullets burn, I GOT EM [Chorus: Birdman & Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, yeah Back where I started on my set and black Hopped out the passenger side of my back Under my nuts was two ounces of crack But in my palm I had that chromed out Mac Shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm 'bout that Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac With a bitch ridin fly, so how you love that Its grind time nigga been about that We flippin birds, let them hoes go to Saks We livin large with the garbage bag fat Want the money and the power, real niggas gon' stack And ride fly, twenty-fives on the back Plushed out nigga, keep a few stacks Out the hood, bout money and that's that And if you ever cross the line, best believe you get waxed [Chorus: Birdman & Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Outro: Birdman] Yeah ya understand me nigga We the motherfuckin stunnas nigga Young Money, Cash Money nigga Yo Gotti what it do stunna nigga Feel me thats how its goin down We puttin it down Money, money, money Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me Thats how its goin down nigga, yeah