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birdman - fly rich lyrics

(intro)
we gon get to it n-gg-
by any means necessary
lil boy like this

(hook)
i be on some fly n-gg- sh-t when i step out
f-ck what yall talkin bout
i be on some rich n-gg- sh-t when i step out
f-ck what yall talkin bout
f-ck what yall talkin bout
f-ck what yall talkin bout
f-ck what yall talkin bout
i be on some fly rich n-gg- sh-t steppin out
i be on that fly rich n-gg- sh-t steppin out
f-ck what yall talkin bout

(verse)
quarter mill for the car, quarter mill on the ah
black double r, back the f-ck off ah
drop here, cut yo head off,
hard top no soft
wet p-ssy turn me on, money keep me hard
king sh-t, versace towels, i ain’t grindin off
marble floors, you dusty n-gg-s couldn’t walk on
jesus walked on waters so i’mma walk on tartars
private jets but gets, homey f-ck with ballers
all this half of mill, first week of august
i ain’t even doin shows, i’m just workin on the alb-m
40 the fisha, i just paid my mama’s visa
you in the club, weaving neck to neck, you n-gg-s beavis
she give me b-tthead, getting brain like a genius
i got that dope sh-t, that 80’s chrome alpinas
white beemer, my son gon inherit this flow
you n-gg-s gumball drops on the bottom of my souls

(verse)
young n-gg-, we rich gang
came up from that rich game
picture me rollin down viscay
black double r with yo b-tch mane
with that top off and that drop hit
pull up on em, they drop dead
n-gg-s talkin that bird sh-t
when them birds came they was knocked dead
and i was out there with that work
from the 15 to the first
my clique meanin they murk
we have them clips squeezed like dirt
when it come to them dollars n-gg- why bother?
these n-gg-s don’t want no problems
‘cause i kill all yall dead, put a price on yo head
get yo brain knocked out it woo
i be on that fly sh-t, m o b, that mob sh-t
born talkin, deep fire sh-t
15 racks for that raw sh-t
that ain’t yall, that’s my b-tch
you clocked out, i signed in
we young n-gg-s, we grindin
we shinin like diamonds

(verse)
n-gg- pop 5 bands like give me 10 mo
i’m in the club, got some weed to these b-tches like hit this sh-t
yo stupid -ss outside
i wanna talk bout get me in
should’ve known i was a fool when i moved, when i pulled up in that bentley
told ya i was a gangsta and something like a pimp
don’t say i didn’t
million dollar flow
got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
vip for n-gg-s like me
which a motherf-cker would touch that rope
rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers
thug, goons, bees, gorillas
money, cars, jewels, tuchillas
jet, cribs, condo fillers
say that then
hold up, godd-mn right
and you been flyin since way back when
that’s right!
i am ymcm rich
we play that there
runnin up the trade like a motherf-ckin man
they know that him
tryna shine when they come around stars like us, they do the dance
ain’t got yo game tight, ain’t got yo swag up
same old n-gg-s
the last 2 live when you think sharp in
n-gg- go to the gym
they lovin my clique, we up in this b-tch
so sorry that yo girl suck on my d-ck
throwin money in the air like i’m sick of this sh-t

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