Lyrics Birdman – All The Time

Chorus
Nigga I’mma stunt, yeah I’mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips

Verse 1
40 cal Nigga in the 2-2-3,
Left holes in the seat Nigga fuckin’ with a G.
Got 2 titties A-R front line
51 on me maybach, all the time.
Now I’m on the grind five star to them hoes,
know I got this money so I play it how it goes.
Burnin’ on that kush and they like that fire weed
off in the shack and we do it like bees.
Whole things runnin,
bitches keep comin,
fast lane in the hood stuntin’ every summer.
Made it to the top, never see whats the bottom.
Know about the bottom where it rain and it shower
phantom in a range, tinted with them things,
Nigga ain’t shoppin’ if he playin’ with some change
birdman daddy and it’s not to mention
family rules nigga so we get it and spend it

Chorus
Nigga I’mma stunt, yeah I’mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,

Verse 2
Fact remain nigga my hood still the same.
Got the fire work nigga makin’ all the change,
bitches given brains,
niggas ain’t the same,
got the lil’ homies out ridin’ for the flame.
Warehouse full nigga nothin but some bricks,
got some toilet paper nigga full of that shit,
came back with it, did a few things.
Shorty made it home and I bought a new ring,
gave it to my jet,
fuckin’ with the homies,
went back home nigga fuckin with the homies,
got a big house feel back on my shit,
got a million dollars nigga born hood rich.
Back on my set in a brand new truck
rally stripe nigga only play one color,
not even to mention,
doin’ it out my senses,
leapin’ for this money nigga jumpin over fences.

Chorus
Nigga I’mma stunt, yeah I’mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11’s all chrome shit.
Nigga I’mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28’s, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin’ in this mothafucker born hood rich…

Verse 3
Specially with the tool nigga flew to Las Vegas.
Known as a whale so you know they can’t fade us.
G4 nigga manufactured of this game.
One flight same night did it for the change.
Made a lil’ homie all he needed for the fame.
Got all the game so he took it to the range.
Gun perk nigga, one work nigga,
do something get money don’t hurt nigga.
Cash money bet, I roll up dice
stood in the fog if it meant my life.
Jet right quick hit the store in the bay,
get the purple kush and we burn everyday.
Back with the lama,
get it where I stand,
got to work with me so you know I’m the man.
M.I.A. nigga.
Lil’ homie down.
One on my crown nigga I put shit down.

Chorus
Nigga I’mma stunt, yeah I’mma shine,
Grind all the time with this money on my mind,
Gun in my hand nigga roll extra clips
45 Mac 11’s all chrome shit.
Nigga I’mma a hundred and I ride big time
26, 28’s, Nigga stay fly,
Keep extra clips, fully loaded in this bitch
Rollin’ in this mothafucker born hood rich…