Birdman - Fly Talkin' Go Home lyrics

(Chorus:) We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' We over here hustlin', we over here We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper (Lil' Wayne:) Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, thats me in the hook And I just keep on getting it getting it like a ni' in the book Yes, wayne straight like a key of that good sh' If your b**h don't know the rules, I will read her the book I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet I got the key to success, get money invest Read up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess That's called my bullets and lugers, I put 'em deep in your neck Adam's apple meet banana clip You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip They say the bullsh** walks, the money talks So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money calls Yeah that's my word, thats my word know I will front for y'all Its money over everything and b**hes under all. M.O.B! (Chorus) (Birdman:) I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown n***as It's the home of the hard knocks Cook up a whole block. Hit it up in all white Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice Shop 'till you pop b**h, do your own thing ho Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court Bling bling king n***a, money ain't a thing n***a Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper Zip it and whip it n***a, that's how we ship it, n***a Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, n***a I spent a mill on my grill for real 'Cause we be stunting while we hustling, n***a making his meals We be grindin' while we shinin', n***a packin' that steel Stay fly, get money, n***a stackin' the bills (Chorus) (Birdman:) I say, we deep in the game, n***a. we switching the lanes, n***a Got blood money homie. No pain, no gain, n***a Fifty a fame n***a, a G a name, n***a That's what we do n***a, claim your fame, n***a Hop out a range, n***a. Fang in hand, n***a Stop all that reppin', 'fore I... send some flames, n***a All this money, n***a. Jewelry and fame, n***a 'Cause we be stuntin', n***a. Moving them things, n***a (Lil' Wayne:) Paper paper, paper. All I need is paper. Green paper White chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's aprin Go ahead and make the steak then, b**h n***a b**h, n***a talkin'. This is how money sound I'm just chillin' but my money still running 'round Yeah, and I just do's what I does You n***as couldn't even be who I was