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birdman - money to make lyrics

[hook: rick ross]
my n-ggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit
the car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hunnit
the nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance

[verse 1: rick ross]
now i’m f-cking with h, can’t be taking no shorts
we scoring the points, we done made it a sport
scheduled to testify, never made it to court
i sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you go
you can’t be talking loud when you walking in the house
f-ck what you talking bout, b-tch you walking in and out
i ain’t whipping no ounce, i ain’t touching no ounce
if you f-ck with an ounce, get the f-ck out the house
cause it’s only squares, when you come in here
so for all you squares, let me make it clear
let me get it straight, i’m the fish in the tank
not the fish in the tank
i got money to make

[hook: rick ross]
my n-ggas 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the drum hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nights cost 100, the ice in abundance
my n-ggas 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the drum hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nikes cost 100, the ice in abundance

[verse 2: mack maine]
real n-gga in the building, where the work at
that new orleans saint’s fitted, that’s my work hat
my n-ggas got that h, percs, white and purp
and they shoot off one leg they awkward like dirk
thug life, thug life, b-tch i’m feeling like pac
when i’m riding up the block
bout to release the 50 shots, off top
you b-tch you, you’ll get your issue
your family, they gonna miss you
they gonna find you in [?]
bury that boy with tissue
since he was a cry baby, ya mami over ya casket
asking lord why baby
see i live in a world where they mistreat black babies
and in a hood that crack babies
grow up just to jack babies
b-tch i’m from new orleans, you can’t come where i’m from
got a drum on a k pa rup a pum pum pum
boy i ain’t no fronter, it’s ross mack and stunner
i put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100

[hook]

[verse 3: birdman]
see we stuntin, f-ck with me, poppin bottles, throwin money
n-ggas giving headshots, b-tch no running
them hundreds came fast, b-tches came quicker
wet candy paint stick and move, start dipping
we ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
shinning on these b-tches, after hour count tickets
got it from my g’s, now we on another mission
we focus on another sattle, another batch
another bird full of h, n-gga coming like that
slamp back caddy, dipping while we dropping
blowin while we countin, hundred g’s in my pocket, one m

[hook]

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