I Got Them

[Intro: Birdman] Already, know what I'm sayin This Birdman and this is how its goin down The lil' young'n, Yo Gotti I certified the nigga Stamped to approve you feel me and the J.R I see like niggas must be.. They got us fucked up, they got us fucked up They got us fucked up, we been movin birds bitch They got us fucked up, they got ya fucked up They get ya fucked up, we been movin birds bitch (yeah) [Hook: Birdman, Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Alright, yeah Money to be made, best believe a nigga got it I run it myself, like a quarter back option I pitch ya ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin She buys ha' self some clothes and she brought me back a chopper See nigga try to cook it, but know I dont play sucker I'm all about my cake, I'm tryin to marry Betty Crocker A package on the way, you know my whip game proper Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars Now I will shoot dice, smokin on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points We over here hustlin, we over here grindin We rap about money, and a nigga might sign ya Rap about me, and a nigga might find ya Banana in ya ass, its what you hear right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma where I bought em You can holla at me, a feat [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Another bird man with the bird land got a twenty piece Gotti know charge to Memphis twenty-two a piece Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a brillo loaf Low key and the 'rillo with them things in the fillers Yeah I'm goin ten grand, January to December But theres no winter, summer, gatty lookin lookin like the wimblems I'm goin back to Cali', I got to get the light green Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees Eighteen rillas, now I'm on ateen On my way to Memphis, I got to get my Hasseen I come from the north of gangstas Cold clap bitch niggas, dont ? hustlas Go shine, everybody say they trippin But most of these niggas laugh I told you to tell stunna away from my town You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot em Chopper bullets brrrroooww I GOT EM [Hook] [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, yeah Back where I started on my set and black Hopped out the passenger side of my back Under my nuts was two ounces of crack But in my palm I had that chromed out Mac Shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm 'bout that Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac With a bitch ridin fly, So high you love that Its grind time nigga been about that We flippin birds, let them hoes blow the sacks We livin large with the garbage bag fat Want the money and the power, real niggas gon' stack And ride fly, twenty-fives on the back Plushed out nigga, keep a few stacks Out the hood, bout money and ask that And if you ever cross the line, best believe we get ready [Hook] [Outro: Birdman] Yeah ya understand me nigga We the motherfuckin stunnas nigga Young Money, Cash Money nigga Yo Gotti what it do stunna nigga Feel me thats how its goin down We puttin it down Money, money, money Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me Thats how its goin down nigga, yeah