Download here: Birdman ft. Drake & Lil Wayne – Money To Blow

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Richer than the richest
More money, bitches
Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
So what do you do, young lady? One hundred

I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
Spillin’ while I’m sippin’, I encourage you to try it
I’m probably just saying that ’cause I don’t have to buy it
The club owner supply it, boy I’m on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I’m the mutha fuckin’ man, I just want you to see
Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin’ on me
Don’t come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin’ on E

I, I, I, I’m on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
On records, I’m Captain Hook, and my new car is Roofio
Damn, where my roof just go, I’m somebody that you should know
Get to shakin’ somethin’ ’cause that’s what Drumma produced it for

Yes I make mistakes that I don’t ever make excuses for
Like leavin’ girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I’m losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl
I got em

They can’t help it, and I can’t blame ‘em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I’m gettin’ it in, letting these bills fall
All over your skin

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
(Cash money millionaire, yo, yo)
Got money to blow

Richer than the richest
We certified gettin’ it CM, YM, Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
Hit the Gucci store and later get served

We smoked out with no roof on it
Them people passin’, so we smash ‘em
Ballin’ out, we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set

Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider
No lie, I’m higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win

Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in
Born hustlin’, too big, nigga, to size me up
Can’t stop me, more money, burn ‘em up

They can’t help it, and I can’t blame ‘em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I’m gettin’ it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
I don’t have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane’s flowers

That kush, I promise that’s my doobie
We don’t smoke that Reggie Bush
And I’m with two women, make you take a second look
We poppin’ like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we goin’ be alright if we put Drake on every hook

They can’t help it, and I can’t blame ‘em
Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
I’m gettin’ it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin

I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Got money to blow

Download here: Birdman – Always Strapped

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I’m always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I’m paid
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m muggin’ back
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m muggin’ back
Yezziirr

Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I’m sittin’ crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than the silver bullet
Strawberry paint, seats vanilla puddin’
2 bitches, gon’ and eat each other’s pussy

Top chopped sent da car to the barbershop
My driveway looks somethin’ like a parkin’ lot
I’m so unorthodox, I got your bitch
Ridin’ my dick wit no shocks
(Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce)

I’m the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man, I’m just tryin’ to get my spot like a polka dot
Lil’ kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop
Lil’ syrup and I can make a soda pop

Keep talkin’ ‘n’ I can make my soldiers pop
Real niggaz wit me ridin’ till the motor stop
I got these hoes straight livin’ out the soap op
I got a couple like a coke top
Okay

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I’m paid
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m muggin’ back
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me dap, bitches give me hugs
And since I’m paid
Bitches be lovin’ me, they know I love ‘em back
Bitches be lovin’ me, they know I love ‘em back

Yeah shorty, the last MOB
Flying in the Bugati with a coolin’ on the seat
Put the K in the car while we ridin’ blazed
Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway
Bet the house on the youngen ‘n’ we got paid
Triple colors on the bikes ‘n’ the new Mercedes

Bustin’ keys on they ass while we got paid
But my tens ridin’ hot to an open bay
Uptown made man out the hard way
Crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way
I thought they knew shorty
Like father like son

Ball till’ ya fall stuntin’ with them paper plates
Throwin’ hundreds on them hoes while we eatin’ stakes
We in the club poppin’ bottles like ‘erday
We grind for the shine nigga gettin’ big money

Got a fleet tossin’ chicken nigga get cake
I’m on his island with this power like Scarface
I’m in the Impala dropped top chawwnky
Ice man, Birdman, rockin’ red monkeys
All ready nigga, neighborhood superstars
All we gon’ ball till we fall bitch

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I’m paid
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m muggin’ back
Niggaz be muggin’ me, you know I’m

Always strapped when I hit the club
Niggaz give me daps, bitches give me hugs
And since I’m paid
Bitches be lovin’ me, they know I love ‘em back
Bitches be lovin’ me, they know I love ‘em back