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]