Birdman & Lil Wayne "Stuntin' Like My Daddy" |
Lil Wayne & Birdman: Hook:Vrooom on the Yamaha (Chromed out 1100) What I'm doin' (Gettin' money) What we doin' (Gettin' money) What they doin', (Hatin on me) but they never cross Cash Money still the company, and bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Verse 1 Lil' Wayne: Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see me lil' nigga, the money in the way And I'm, I'm sittin' high, a gansta ride blazed If you ain't gon' ride fly than you might as well hate Shit, I gotta eat, even though I ate it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake Believe that, if ya mans wanna play I'ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate (So pick 'em up) fuck 'em, let 'em lay Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday That's, Uptown, throwin' stacks at 'em Niggaz talk about me, throwin' shots back at 'em And bitch I'm a pipe, and she like a crack attic And she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs Hook Verse 2 Birdman: 98's, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A 100 stacks, spend 50 on a caddy 25 on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen, all cook and pay bills I start to holla, dollar after dollar Flippin' chickens gettin' tickets nigga, want the money and the power Born a stunna, Uptown hunter 3rd Ward G's nigga been about money Ice chunky, Birdman Red Monkeys White tees on that chromed out 1100 You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer And this is how we spend money You see them Bentleys and them Lamb's Them ounces and them grams Bitch we was born hustlers Hook Verse 3 Lil' Wayne: When I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes-Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends White leather, hot new pair of rims Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin Big work, we dont need a scale man Big paper, say good mornin' to the mailman What ya know 'bout putting bricks in the spare man I can stuff a Coupe like a muthafuckin' caravan I'm in my zone, my arm is so rare man If there a song you lookin at the chair man How you want it, show me my opponent... show me my opponent I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me And I've never been a pussy cuz my hood'll never let me A made nigga got made niggaz wit' me I'ma motorcyle boy, so I'm about to pop a wheelie Hook Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |