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Just like that, boy

Y'all me
Bigger than (crazy)
understand me? (yeah)
The sun do
me (yeah)
Dolla (yeah)
(yeah)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the five
Five star and life (brrat)

(Birdman)

back, rebel
Fuck, going in a nigga
I'm raising hell doing
Make the mil, the mirror
Make the money, who tells
Make the
Flip the
Nigga and tell (yeah)
From the
Where the at
Hit the switch
Where the roaches
Bounce back, hella
stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga stack (yeah)
So she me
So I fuck her
From the floor, no
a hella sight
Harley Davis is a nigga
Eleven-hundred,
Models night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush
Leather so soft, nigga do it any
Fly in any
Hustle in any
in any weather (brrat)

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
up the food
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the mikes
Jam the five
star and nigga life (brrat)

(Bun B)

Nigga this is G
Straight up out the wars, out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the
is my life (life)
A ghetto come true
Paper on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come
Black paint, black
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the big-body
With the bar logo
Smokin' kush rolled up
In a splif getting high as
mothafucka eagle drift
Ain't that damn shit
And it's though
But it ain't I'm telling you
Something that you ain't though
So get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your
And leave a nigga
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
or hustle, money mothafucka
Buyin' yo
Private jets
See, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
Take the five
Jam the mikes
Five and nigga life (brrat)

(Young Jeezy)

me my tool
got it bad
He no fool
Bitch 'bout his bag
droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the mag (yeah)
him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline you
that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' a pacer
Blue and mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
Don't no bitch
And that's on I own
But I swear nigga love every strap I ever
Black head to toe the Louis V. holster
gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche

(Birdman)

Give me my
Die for my
Cooked up the
Got the ice for the
Bullshit or hustle, money
yo self
Private jets
Yo, we live a luxury
Don P., white
Davis bike
Nigga, on sight
Do the mikes
the five mikes
Jam the five
star and nigga life (brrat)

Yeah, I see you
Yeah, OG
That
Pay man
010, yeah, every we shine