Slangin Birds lyrics

[Intro]
Drumma boy (Drumma boy)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
n*ggas know I call my Porsche the baby elephant
If you ain't talking money, then you got speech impediment
Everything I got, I got from selling sh*t
And who I sold it to is irrelevant
Pocket full of Dead Presidents I'm good with whatever
I pull my di*k out and tell her sit wherever
I done stood on the block, n*gga, from 9 to 9
And I done sold a 9 at least 9 times
9 Milla, clientele look like Thriller
If my baby mama cheating I hope God with her
You not iller, I'm Godzilla on hard liquor
My Penny loafers had nickels, ugh

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I'm slangin' Chickens, I'm slangin' Hawks
I take the 4 up out of the brick, b*tch, I can write in chalk
You know I know that white and green like a chalk board
What you doing? Just chillin', look like the top board
So many chickens in the kitchen, it looks like a soup
Must be some owls in this b*tch, 'cause I keep hearing "hoo"
This for my n*ggas cooking 9s like they chicken breasts
You know we tryna hide the scent, that's why the chickens dressed
I had the lamb black and green like a parakeet
No, I ain't tripping, put the pigeons in the Cherokee
Everything a n*gga got, I got from slanging birds
What I ain't get from slanging blocks, I got from slanging words
Snow

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I got a car, that b*tch a classic
White on red, inside out, that b*tch nasty
When I pull up on them sixes, speakers blastin'
Black scale, white work, clear plastic
And everything I got, I got from selling birds
Half a brick to do a verse, I guess I'm selling words
That double it up
n*ggas send me dranks so they double the cup
Got two chains on, b*tch, I'm icey as f*ck
2 bracelets on my arm, that's a 100 and up
We sell dope, it ain't nothing to us
New whip, new b*tch, n*gga, change for what?
And where I come from, n*ggas bang for none
Every n*gga in the hood gotta stand for some
Bakin' soda, bakin' soda, I'm yammin' up
In the kitchen, at the table, just a gram and up
My n*ggas grinding, we banding up
These pussies know not to be playing with us
Work

[Verse 4: Birdman]
My bad b*tch, my money long
Car game filthy and my game strong
The kitchen hot
My block rock
My neighborhood shot 'cause them cars hot
n*gga on some money sh*t
Got back on that other sh*t
Came with the fame, n*gga, listen while you learn, b*tch
Money is for show sh*t
Gettin' it while we blow this b*tch
All the time, we gon' shine when we flowing, b*tch
100 thousand on the watch
Living lavish off top
Neighborhood watch
Cocaine flocks
The coke game strong
Overseas phone
n*gga made it home
So we gettin' it on
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got, I got from slanging birds
That's my motherf*ckin' word, n*gga
That's my word