Birdman - Won't Be Coming Back lyrics

[Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs) Oh yeah n***a, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy) You under smell, number one motherf**a! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby) Bird call (brrrrrrrrr) Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!) You under smell it, we got's to get some money baby Ma I got to look good We got to get this cheese n***a [Verse 1 - Baby] n***a flip on the block, the birds flew in I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind sh**, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground n***as hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down Pitch off the mound, that third world clown We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown So put the whips up n***a, the Bird's in town We tryna get the money, the j**els, the brown Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch [Mannie Fresh] Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle Keep a project b**h, and she gotta have that giggle It's "Sex In the City" every time she get wit me Wit her - up and down, and up - she p**y whipped But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla Valet please could you bring around my Impala [Hook - Mannie Fresh] I got to go, and you got to leave I'm in the wind baby, pleave believe That you won't be coming back Get yo hat, yo coat And walk on out the do' Cause you won't be, coming back [Verse 2 - Baby] It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top Lace my ride, black wall my tires Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie I worked her ride, I beamed her a line She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly Smoke hydro, we do it all night Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life [Lac] Lil' funky, nasty b**h, I pay you to f** For what b**h, better catch ya cut I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, I'mma piiiimp Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim I'mma mac'a, break a gear and a game Show a hotter hustle n***as, and bring head of the change Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang - b**h [Hook] w/ (ad-libs) [Verse 3 - Baby] I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin money Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it You never ride accurate, just dance and business And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's goin out Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs And have a good time, and head to the mall I'mma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks [Hook] w/ (ad-libs)