Birdman - My Jewel lyrics

Yeah Just like that, baby boy Brrat Y'all understand me Bigger than life (crazy) Y'all understand me? (yeah) The sun do shine Believe me (yeah) Dolla Dolla (yeah) Brrat (yeah) [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els Bullsh** or hustle, money mothaf**a Buyin' yo self Private jets mothaf**a Yo, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and n***a life (brrat) (Birdman) Bounce back, rebel f**, going in a n***a sell I'm raising hell doing swell Make the mil, f** the mirror Make the money, f** who tells Make the money Flip the money n***a show and tell (yeah) From the bottom Where the roaches at Hit the light switch Where the roaches scat Bounce back, hella choppers More stacks, out the back To a bus n***a mill stack (yeah) So she love me So I f** her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a n***a bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (yeah) Put the suede with the plush leather Leather so soft, n***a do it any weather Fly in any weather Hustle in any weather Shine in any weather (brrat) [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els Bullsh** or hustle, money mothaf**a Buyin' yo self Private jets mothaf**a Yo, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and n***a life (brrat) (Bun B) n***a this is G sh** Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects Where n***as pull cards and choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 sh**, when I come through Black paint, black seats And the black rims, too Can you see me mothaf**a I'm creeping on the low though In the big-body four-door With the four bar logo Smokin' purple kush rolled up In a damn splif getting high as mothaf**a eagle dare drift Ain't that some damn sh** And it's true though But it ain't like I'm telling you Something that you ain't knew though So don't get it twisted like a noodle I'll put one in your noodle And leave a n***a twisted So what it do, Bro [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els Bullsh** or hustle, money mothaf**a Buyin' yo self Private jets mothaf**a See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and n***a life (brrat) (Young Jeezy) Give me my tool Jizzle got it bad He ain't no fool b**h Jizzle 'bout his bag 2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags Stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah) Call him sh** bag, b**h I'm Mr. Toilet Paper Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser f** the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you Smoke that fire sh**, that sh**'ll gasoline face you Cause young n***a heartless, he walkin' with a pacer Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer No playin where I'm from, we'll f**ing trail blaze you Don't love no b**h And that's on everything I own But I swear n***a love every strap I ever owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster sh**, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the j**els Bullsh** or hustle, money mothaf**a Buyin' yo self Private jets mothaf**a Yo, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white Harley Davis bike n***a, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and n***a life (brrat) Yeah, I see you Brad Yeah, OG Believe That Pay attention man 010, yeah, every summer we shine