Birdman - Born Stunna lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross) [Intro] Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Hook] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ [Birdman] Born stuntin’, rap huntin’ Flock a hundred of them things for them cheat numbus Ride numbus, head huntin’ Hit the mall with my b**h and blow another hunid Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power Sway linin’, with my man in it Birdman, b**h and I’ve been kickin’ Yea, so my baby want a new wheel Pearl white, stay fresh on that new sh** You dig? born hustlin’ on that money sh** Ya feel? blowin’ mills, big j**els b**h [Hook] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy b**h, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, b**h we throw the money fan Yea, ymcmg Loto jacked in the hustle since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20.000 square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine [Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Birdman] Cash money, money stacks Been grindin’ since the lineage with that cromag Fifty whip sittin’ right in front of that Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks G5’in with them chandeliers Checker floors, tattoo tears Uptown n***a on the battle field Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels Candy coated, a harley davis Stuntin’ on them n***as like the old baby Bad b**h, matchin’ gucci bikes My sun lit, we live a high life [Hook] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags