[Intro: Rick Ross]
b_tch, ain't it nothing but some motherfuckin' money over her
You understand me?
So you already know what time it is
You feel me?
You know what a nigga need baby
I ain't gon' play with ya
Dont waste my time, wont waste yours
Ya feel me? Cause I have enough hoes
Get in line
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a b_tch smokin' weed, a b_tch snortin' powder
A b_tch countin' money baggin a million every hour
Got a b_tch in debt, a b_tch gettin' stacks
The b_tch love tats, CMB on her back
I got a b_tch do frog, wanna see me live large
Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers
Got a b_tch on the phone, b_tch doin' time
No cooperation so that b_tch doing fine
I got a b_tch in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with
Keys to the crib, now its birds up in her shit
b_tch with a Honda, so that b_tch can save
Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H
Got a b_tch in the Bay, she wanna fuck Khaled
Audition for the boss, let me see you talent
The b_tch do tricks, the b_tch do cane
She snort it off your dick right before she give you brain
[Hook: Birdman]
b_tch I'm the shit, if you want shit
Shittin' on them heels, or shittin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, b_tch we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this b_tch
b_tch I'm the shit, if you want shit
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Straight got a b_tch uptown, move nothin' but brown
Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown
Got a b_tch like weed, b_tch snort D
b_tch count my money and she don't pop P
I got a b_tch su-woo, true to what she do
She fuck with nothing but B's and she love what we do
Got a b_tch in New York, know I love to fuck
Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck
I got a b_tch do it early, movin' them buerly's
Hit the hood quick nigga, servin' and swervin'
Got this b_tch love red, thats how we plead
CMB down nigga, ready to spray it
Got a b_tch in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though
I ain't even trippin whoa, showed her some love though
Got this b_tch up in Philly, I stop fuckin' wit it
The ho bought me a Phantom, mother fuck the b_tch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Got a b_tch real slim, who wanna do films
If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb
I got a b_tch wear plex, or the b_tch hair straight
I break a b_tch harder than every b_tch that I break
I got an R&B b_tch, I got a rap b_tch
Call her anime, cause I got a stack b_tch
I got a b_tch on her period, thats money loss
I'm out two for one ho, you fuckin' with a boss
[Verse 4: Birdman]
I got a b_tch from over seas, its legal where we be
Versace red, b_tch a hundred G's
Burnin' on the beach, so them b_tches see
Candy on the paint b_tch you know its CMB
I got a b_tch like an eagle, b_tch with an eagle
b_tch get the money, b_tch know my people
b_tch from uptown, know how we get down
Money on my mind b_tch, blowin' out the pine
[Hook]
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
This that 305, 504
504, 305 shit
This Birdman, Rick Ross
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