[Intro: Brisco]
Uh! Young Money! Cash Money!
Poe Boy! Yes sir
Birdman, what up?
Uh! Yeah!
You don't know who I is!
Hahaha, Brisco!
[Chorus: Brisco]
Fly there, little bird boy
You have so much to see now
The haters waiting
Just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Fresh off the portion morning eggs
My only concern is trying to sail by the feds
These other ni**as scared we grinding, instead of stacking
I could send a chop stick, in the 45 magnum
Just say a ni**a high chill, 10 toes down
My section 8 ass got a fetish for them 100s
And there's something about a swagger, of a ni**a getting money
You could tell I'm really from it, all ways and cuts
The back woods are dungeoning, the valley in the mountains
As I proceed to take flight from the runaway
In the back of my head, I couldn't help but, but there with blood scent
[Chorus: Brisco]
Fly there, little bird boy
You have so much to see now
The haters waiting
Just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
So much to see, so much to do
So to you haters you think I give a fuck bout you
Boy I'm in good shape, I'm on the paper chase
I fed my bitch 100s, so I had a paper taste
I went from being a slave man, to be a brave man
I earned mines, motherfucker I'm a made man
They says the sky's a limit, but I think it's a gimmick
The moon got footprints, so I'm far from finish
Every minute feel like the bottom of a night ending
God forgive me for sinning, but I need every penny
I'm colorblind so I'm fucking with Sara's and Jenny's
And haters if you get near me, automatic destiny
[Chorus: Brisco]
Fly there, little bird boy
You have so much to see now
The haters waiting
Just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Head busting blood money, ni**a building more
3rd wall 5 star, rafting doe
Flip and dove, shining in them dark nights
Them early doves, where we serve a ni**a every night
Category hit a highboard, bitches cash money
Young Money holla tips, ni**,a strapped in money
High earn night like popping pills, pearly white people strapped in this kitty field
Suicider, ni**a everybody riders
Outsider, flamed up big timer
Ocean view, sleep deep water
High red ball, hotter than some hot water
[Chorus: Brisco]
Fly there, little bird boy
You have so much to see now
The haters waiting
Just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
Maintain, just fresh dope wings, don't fall down
[Outro: Birdman and Brisco]
Yeah! It's walu
Boy gg bread, yeah
Ha! You don't know who I is!
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