[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, Motherf**er
Buy it ourself
Private Jets, motherf**er
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
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
f**, going in a n***a's cell
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
[Hook: Birdman, Jeezy on backup]
[Verse 2: 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
That young n***a's heartless, he's walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow 'Maro like the Indiana Pacers
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 floco Porsche
[Hook: Birdman]
[Verse 3: Bun B]
n***a this is G sh**
Straight up out the wards, 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), riding so new
On some 2011 sh**, when I come through
Black paint, black seats
And the black rims, too
Can you see me motherf**er?
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]