Birdman - I Got Them FAKE lyrics

Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like n***a it must be they got us f**ed up, they got us f**ed up, they got us f**ed up I been movin birds b**h, they got us f**ed up, they got you f**ed up, then get you f**ed we been movin birds b**h Chorus: Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and sh** (x2) I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman... I Got Em' Lil' Wayne Verse- Money to be made best believe a n***a clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a b**h to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see n***as tryna kick it, but no I don't play s**a, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and n***a might sign ya, you rap about me and a nogga might find ya, DOPE GAME b*tch let his mama worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I Got Em' Chorus Yo Gotti Verse I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter,I goin back to cali, i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, b**h n***as gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese n***as lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM' Chrous Baby Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da pa**enger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them b**hes cuz n***a i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a b**h ridin fly so hide you love that, it's grind time, n***a been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garb**h back flats, want the money and the power, real n***as gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, plush out n***a keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat Chorus