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  • 作曲 : Brathwaite, Williams
    Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    (Baby in the backround of chorus)
    Oh yeah!
    Oh yeah!
    Birdman ************, holla at your boy *****
    Look, whew, fly in any weather *****
    Tryin to get this money
    You know real real high, real real high
    We tryin to stack it biatch
    Bird call ************!
    (Chorus)
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    (Verse 1)
    Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
    B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
    Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
    24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, ***** whatever
    It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
    I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada ****
    Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
    ***** if it ain't money it can't beat me
    That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
    But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
    Get outta line watch me bust my 2
    I ran out the house and I ran in the building
    Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me
    (Chorus)
    (Verse 2)
    I'm the bird of the nest
    The shark of the sea
    Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
    Nobody move me cause I be who I be
    The Uptown rider, the home CMB
    I get what I want when I want I could have it
    Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
    Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
    Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
    I'm a boss *****
    Nothin' less, two boats no cost *****
    Fly ***** hold your hearts *****
    That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
    I stand my grounds, be a man homie
    No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
    "**** it, pitch in *****!" and don't **** with them chickens man
    Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
    Live this life like you don't give a **** *****
    (Chorus)
    (Verse 3)
    Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
    Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
    That fly ****, that Prada and Gucci sheets
    Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
    Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
    And whether thats snow or white mink on me
    See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
    That's Eminem's *****, it gets no better
    With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
    And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
    See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
    Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
    But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
    Birds got to have it with my birdy change
    But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
    26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
    (Chorus 3X)
    (Baby in the backround of chorus)
    Oh yeah!
    Oh yeah, you understand?
    Birdman baby
    Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
    You understand *****?
    Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
    Whatever *****, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you *****
    I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
    18's is better, never *****, 24's, 28's, I'm singing *****
    You understand this biatch?
    Get rid of it little daddy
    You understand?
    Birdman ************!
    You know, you gots to hate me *****
    Bird call *****
    Let's get this money, holla at your boy *****!
    The Stunna, Cash Money number one *****!
    Yeah, that's how you lace me *****!
    I'm lovin' it!
    Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang *****!
    Later boy, BMJ out!
    Let's get this money baby
    CMR *****!
  • 作曲 : Brathwaite, Williams
    Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    (Baby in the backround of chorus)
    Oh yeah!
    Oh yeah!
    Birdman ************, holla at your boy *****
    Look, whew, fly in any weather *****
    Tryin to get this money
    You know real real high, real real high
    We tryin to stack it biatch
    Bird call ************!
    (Chorus)
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    (Verse 1)
    Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
    B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
    Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
    24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, ***** whatever
    It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
    I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada ****
    Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
    ***** if it ain't money it can't beat me
    That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
    But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
    Get outta line watch me bust my 2
    I ran out the house and I ran in the building
    Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me
    (Chorus)
    (Verse 2)
    I'm the bird of the nest
    The shark of the sea
    Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
    Nobody move me cause I be who I be
    The Uptown rider, the home CMB
    I get what I want when I want I could have it
    Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
    Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
    Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
    I'm a boss *****
    Nothin' less, two boats no cost *****
    Fly ***** hold your hearts *****
    That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
    I stand my grounds, be a man homie
    No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
    "**** it, pitch in *****!" and don't **** with them chickens man
    Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
    Live this life like you don't give a **** *****
    (Chorus)
    (Verse 3)
    Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
    Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
    That fly ****, that Prada and Gucci sheets
    Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
    Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
    And whether thats snow or white mink on me
    See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
    That's Eminem's *****, it gets no better
    With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
    And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
    See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
    Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
    But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
    Birds got to have it with my birdy change
    But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
    26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
    (Chorus 3X)
    (Baby in the backround of chorus)
    Oh yeah!
    Oh yeah, you understand?
    Birdman baby
    Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
    You understand *****?
    Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
    Whatever *****, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you *****
    I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
    18's is better, never *****, 24's, 28's, I'm singing *****
    You understand this biatch?
    Get rid of it little daddy
    You understand?
    Birdman ************!
    You know, you gots to hate me *****
    Bird call *****
    Let's get this money, holla at your boy *****!
    The Stunna, Cash Money number one *****!
    Yeah, that's how you lace me *****!
    I'm lovin' it!
    Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang *****!
    Later boy, BMJ out!
    Let's get this money baby
    CMR *****!