Birdman - I Got Them lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Already, know what I'm sayin This Birdman and this is how its goin down The lil' young'n, Yo Gotti I certified the n***a Stamped to approve you feel me and the J.R I see like n***as must be.. They got us f**ed up, they got us f**ed up They got us f**ed up, we been movin birds b**h They got us f**ed up, they got ya f**ed up They get ya f**ed up, we been movin birds b**h (yeah) [Hook: Birdman, Yo Gotti] Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and sh** Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and sh** (I got em) Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I got em' [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Alright, yeah Money to be made, best believe a n***a got it I run it myself, like a quarter back option I pitch ya ten g's, tell a b**h to go shoppin She buys ha' self some clothes and she brought me back a chopper See n***a try to cook it, but know I dont play s**er I'm all about my cake, I'm tryin to marry Betty Crocker A package on the way, you know my whip game proper Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars Now I will shoot dice, smokin on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points We over here hustlin, we over here grindin We rap about money, and a n***a might sign ya Rap about me, and a n***a might find ya Banana in ya a**, its what you hear right behind ya Dope game b**h, let his momma where I bought em You can holla at me, a feat [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Another bird man with the bird land got a twenty piece Gotti know charge to Memphis twenty-two a piece Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a brillo loaf Low key and the 'rillo with them things in the fillers Yeah I'm goin ten grand, January to December But theres no winter, summer, gatty lookin lookin like the wimblems I'm goin back to Cali', I got to get the light green Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees Eighteen rillas, now I'm on ateen On my way to Memphis, I got to get my Ha**een I come from the north of gangstas Cold clap b**h n***as, dont ? hustlas Go shine, everybody say they trippin But most of these n***as laugh I told you to tell stunna away from my town You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot em Chopper bullets brrrroooww I GOT EM [Hook] [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, yeah Back where I started on my set and black Hopped out the pa**enger side of my back Under my nuts was two ounces of crack But in my palm I had that chromed out Mac Shinin on them b**hes cause n***a I'm 'bout that Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac With a b**h ridin fly, So high you love that Its grind time n***a been about that We flippin birds, let them hoes blow the sacks We livin large with the garbage bag fat Want the money and the power, real n***as gon' stack And ride fly, twenty-fives on the back Plushed out n***a, keep a few stacks Out the hood, bout money and ask that And if you ever cross the line, best believe we get ready [Hook] [Outro: Birdman] Yeah ya understand me n***a We the motherf**in stunnas n***a Young Money, Cash Money n***a Yo Gotti what it do stunna n***a Feel me thats how its goin down We puttin it down Money, money, money Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me Thats how its goin down n***a, yeah