Текст Birdman – Stuntin’ Like My Daddy (Rock Remix)

Hook — Lil Wayne:
«Pyong» on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred
What I’m doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money
What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross

Yeah bitch I’m paid, that’s all I gotta say
Can’t see you little niggas cause the money in the way
And I’m — I’m sitting high, a gansta ride, blades
If you ain’t gonna ride fly than you might as well hate
Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No it ain’t my birthday but I got my name on my cake
Shit, believe that: if your mans wanna play
I’mma fuck around and put that boy’s brains on the gate
Hey pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay
Where I’m from we see a fuckin’ dead body everyday
That’s — Uptown! Throw a stack at em
Make a song about me, I’m throwing shots back at ’em
Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict
She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, «ho I gotta go»
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs

Hook

Birdman:
Shorty, 98’s, 45 paper plates
Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky

Hook

Lil Wayne:
Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must’ve fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we don’t need a scale man!
Big papers: say «good morning» to the mailman
What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man?
I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin’ caravan
I’m in my zone, my form is so rare, man
If there’s a throne, you looking at the chairman
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 cause my hood never let me
A made nigga, got made niggas with me
I’m a motorcycle boy, so I’m about to park the Bentley