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Birdman - Know What I'm Doin' lyrics
feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain [Chorus - T-Pain - 2X] Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah (Take a picture) Click click (Take a picture) click click (Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin' [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on a corner now a nigga 106 Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack 'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money comin' on freight liners Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds [Chorus - T-Pain - 2X] [Verse 2 - Birdman] We got the swine wit' the suede on top The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop 250 on the grill spent the same on the watch Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga [Chorus - T-Pain - 2X] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old Man I swear to God I was 12 years old My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it 'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby I tell 'em fuck 'em girl 18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2 I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you? [Chorus - T-Pain - 2X] |
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