[Intro - Birdman]
Drizzy
Make it so fresh (YM!)
So fly so priceless (CMB b**h!)
Just another day on the
Top floor of the balcony b**h
Live it how we live it
Moula, Drizzy
You what it is, young boy appreciate that
Yeah it's big money popping baby boy
Ain't none of that little bitty
More, more, more, milly
More, more, more, milly
[Verse 1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the loose
Got my b**h riding five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the b**h up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, b**h shining like us
Pearl white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot under the rack
b**h, ready to spray that
Foreign grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis baby
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the floor
Never told now you know how it go b**h
One hundred
[Chorus]
Little bitty
More, more, more, milly
Hustle to the ceiling
More, more, more, milly
Hustle to the ceiling
[Verse 2 - Drake]
Look
You're now f**ing with the most requested
The young n***a that everybody is so obsessed with
That black on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a popularity contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all bets
Because a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them a** shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the f**ing ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star
Are confused all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog that's funny
Pay me what you owe me n***a, all cash money
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body n***a in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with that million dollar car
She said "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby pa** the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Cla**ic but cla**less, you ga**ed up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, n***a get past it
Taking what you got, you should of pa**ed it
You was moving slower than mola**es, this time you an a**ed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move
This is murder music n***a don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last chromosome
[Chorus]