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[Intro: Birdman]
Sipping that G
Out here with these bright lights
And my lil bro
I be Stunna Man, n*gga
f*ck it
Yeah

[Chorus: Birdman]
Fishtail in my whip, got a stash spot for them bricks
Got a hundred pounds, with a hundred rounds, we pull up on the bullsh*t
Got a hundred b*tches, with a hundred homes, with a hundred bricks, with a hundred floors
With a hundred 10's, with a hundred thousands, with a hundred mansions, with marble floors
b*tch
Pop pop, we don't play
We move around, we come around, them pus*y n*ggas gon' lay
We shake around, we pull it down, for a hundred K, we play
This big money, no talk, that 44 will go barkin

[Verse 1: Derez De'Shon]
Pull up in a ghost [?]
[?] n*ggas
We ain't dappin up [?], we don't know none of them n*ggas
[?] n*ggas
Won't play with none of you n*ggas
[?] like the front of a nickel
[?] flipper
[?]
I don't rock that Michaеl Cors
Pull up, hopping out a Porsche
b*tch built just like a horse
Oh my god, oh my god
Monеy hanging out my draws
Pistol hanging out my draws
Pull up, shoot him, Michael Jordan
Derez De'Shon!
[Chorus: Birdman]
Fishtail in my whip, got a stash spot for them bricks
Got a hundred pounds, with a hundred rounds, we pull up on the bullsh*t
Got a hundred b*tches, with a hundred homes, with a hundred bricks, with a hundred floors
With a hundred 10's, with a hundred thousands, with a hundred mansions, with marble floors
b*tch
Pop pop, we don't play
We move around, we come around, them pus*y n*ggas gon' lay
We shake around, we pull it down, for a hundred K, we play
This big money, no talk, that 44 will go barkin'


[Verse 2: Ralo]
Roll around in that Roles Royce
Birdman told me "go hard"
Tell him "I ain't got no choice"
[?] looking like I never sold [?]
I bought a chain
It cost the same
As these n*ggas' house
My b*tch a boss
I bought her a [?]
f*ck what it cost
Tell em, Imma never go soft
Imma go off
Imma go 730
My earrings cost a 30
That sh*t didn't even hurt me
All of these b*tches been asking 'bout us
I know they heard what's happening with us
I used to [?] back of that bus
All of them b*tches was laughing at us
Ralo!
[Chorus: Birdman]
Fishtail in my whip, got a stash spot for them bricks
Got a hundred pounds, with a hundred rounds, we pull up on the bullsh*t
Got a hundred b*tches, with a hundred homes, with a hundred bricks, with a hundred floors
With a hundred 10's, with a hundred thousands, with a hundred mansions, with marble floors
b*tch
Pop pop, we don't play
We move around, we come around, them pus*y n*ggas gon' lay
We shake around, we pull it down, for a hundred K, we play
This big money, no talk, that 44 will go barkin'