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