[Chorus: Birdman]
Lugshery price, priceless dice
Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight
Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga
Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures
Pearl white candy, [?]
Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall
Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped
Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Shit, this that high life, fast money, popping every night
General, bitch, statis, G flight
Broad daylight, [?] sunshine
Hit him up overseas, mill everytime
Fresh, persion on the new rug
Marbel on the tub, bitch, this is Blood love
Loyalty of an uptown soldier
Cash Money roller
Bitch, thought I told ya
[?] get the five mics
[?] white chrome [?] three strike
Always got my strap on me
Ride for the dead nigga till i'm dead, homie
Fly in any weather, drop another top
The block like a block, the watch is a block
A brand new ghost, ten on some smoke
Hundred on [?] a mill on a [?]
Birdman daddy, hustle out the catty
Hustle in the rain, get it out the Range
1.5, that's more chips
No roof, no ceiling, how we living, bitch
[Chorus: Birdman]
Lugshery price, priceless dice
Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight
Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga
Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures
Pearl white candy, [?]
Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall
Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped
Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
One million, two million, three
Oh, it's my part
John [?] the game, I give you niggas my heart
No suit and tie, I give you bitches the Business
Realest niggas alive, and the lord is my wittness
I just ride and get blunted, Stunna call me 100
If it ain't 'bout money, then I ain't fucking coming
I'm on the frontline, and I ain't fucking running
No butterflys in my stomach, zero percent woman
Hundred percent man, zero percent Stan
It's no ceilings, nigga, so I'm no fan
Check the program, I get your girl in the the crib real quick, I have her grinding to a slow jam
You don't know, fam
Look, nigga, we grinding
All white Porshes, all white diamonds
All white forses, all white T's
And I ain't smiling for shit, you don't see my white teeth
I give a fuck if you bitch niggas don't like me
You mad 'cause you ain't like me
It's unlikely that you will ever be like me
So do the right thing, nigga, follow like Spike Lee
Follow like Twitter, don't be a stalker
I'm in that Bentley swerving, like Tony Parker
Probably with Roxy, hoping TMZ ain't caught us
Young Money Cash Money, look at where it brought us
All across the gloab, brauding our horizons
Million niggas follow me, like I'm with Verizon
In this I was born, boy, I wasn't sworn
I represent the No like VP represent the [?]
I said a lot, but I got more shit to say
And I'm hungry like my bitch ain't feel like cooking today
So all you niggas that's scaring, better say your hail marys
No clowns in us, no Tom and Jerry
[Chorus: Birdman]
Lugshery price, priceless dice
Shoot them every time, nigga, aim on sight
Fire, the spitter, Cash Money Young Money, nigga
Hustling on the grind withthe 6 figures
Pearl white candy, [?]
Popping bottles, close the mall, get it in the fall
Shining in the dark, this nigga stay strapped
Catch me in the cut, counting big stacks
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