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Just like that, boy

Y'all me
than life (crazy)
Y'all 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
jets mothafucka
Yo, we live a life
Don P., pearl
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the five
the five mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

(Birdman)

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

(Birdman)

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

(Bun B)

this is G shit
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the
Where pull cards and choppers get pulled out
you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue like we at the harbor
is my life (life)
A dream come true
Paper plates on the (Benz), ridin' so new
On some 2011 shit, when I through
Black paint, seats
And the rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low
In the four-door
With the four bar
purple kush rolled up
In a damn getting high as
eagle dare drift
Ain't that some shit
And true though
But it ain't I'm telling you
Something that you knew though
So get it twisted like a noodle
put one in your noodle
And a nigga twisted
So it do, Bro

(Birdman)

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

(Young Jeezy)

Give me my
got it bad
He no fool
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch
in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet
Call me half a with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make the chase you
Smoke that fire shit, shit'll gasoline face you
Cause young heartless, he walkin' with a pacer
and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer
Black with the red beam, my Portland blazer
No playin I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you
love no bitch
And on everything I own
But I swear nigga every strap I ever owned
head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster shit, I match my Porsche

(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
Harley bike
Nigga, mansion on
Do the mikes
Take the mikes
Jam the mikes
Five star and nigga (brrat)

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