Everyday

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, Bigga Than Life YMCMB, flashy life style [?] up on my headphones, my nigga And my ones up [Hook: Birdman] Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up The sun do shine, Christmas every day Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray Muscle is a must, the money in the can Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand [Verse 1: Cory Gunz] Uh, holla holla Hehe, go I'm a need a mountain of money A mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money Ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy Shout to the tummy - eat, sleep, shit on my toes Bust a bitch in her nose cause they mouth so runny Back to the money, Dada Give a nigga bread like "bless you" (thank you) nada I'm been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot Now I'm game with it - ta da! Fuck around, I'll bang with the sawed-off Fuck around, rob these niggas, do my thing like "voila" Ain't nothin' changed but the dollars Niggas so lame cause they ain't gon' claim i'm they father Fuck it I'm one of the niggas that don't fold Treat me like one of them niggas that don't rap Spinning 'em like a Tommy, automatic my laddy I've been known to get niggas in one "blap!" When I trip up, it's foreign - when I grip up, it's foreign When I fuck, bitch foreign Pull on my Trukfit foregin... Pull on my Trukfit foregin... I don't trust these hoes [Hook: Birdman] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Every single morning that a nigga get out of bed Know a nigga gotta get it Money to burn, raw OG Kush in a $100 bill, smoke weed with it Why y'all niggas wanna whip shit with it? Mulssane, I ain't gotta put a key in it True don, make me wanna whip in it Different money - add another didget Get this money then I slide and I'm gone Y'all already know who's side that I'm on YMCMB, lil' nigga - Rich Gang, everything far from the norm From the jails to the college campus, we've got 'em yellin' in the dorms We try to compete 'til they go bankrupt, and we're just gettin' warm If you ain't know, motherfucker, you can take another look, nigga Whole team strong... And we knock every spot on the charts Every time a nigga drop each song I don't need to tell 'em, they already know what it is We run every city and we runnin' every block, nigga Respect this conglomerate, bitch, cause you can't reach the number one spot [Hook: Birdman] [Verse 3: Mystikal] Yup, i quit that bitch, don't look at my bucks And i'm about that sell, pop back on that bus Nah man, fuck them hoes, i won my O's Bitch, I gotta go, let's roll back on the show She bad, we see ya, another nigga can't beat her In the [?] then back to the streets Bitch, it's a habit to fuck it with Weezy Thank god for Tunechi, Lord bless stunna Hallejulah, Cash Money, i was going under Tryna fuck my [?], and i do my Ana And i ain't talking 'bout [?] Bitch, [?] nigga as my mama But, we are tha business That's all they seeing You cannot fuck with them Go ask my nigga Slim [Hook: Birdman]