Birdman - Speech lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain] Yo! Young Fyre Over the guts Let's go in brah Yo [Verse 1: T-Pain] Suicide doors, naw that was last year Got suicide hoes bu*t-naked under my cashmere Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear Two-wheel drive on these n***as, Cavalier Wait till I crank it up, wait till I spazz hard Then ain't nobody gonn' accept you like a MasterCard Now ain't that bizarre, you say you from the hood But nobody believe you so you try to pull the ba*tard card Naw that sh** don't work in this society The game got potential but it's lacking the variety Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's n**las ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats UFC submission hole I get em off me The n***as in Tallaha**ee saying I'm off Glee But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze [Interlude: Birdman] Yeah, Birdman, you already know You understand me? YMCMB all day everyday All we do is get money like we do it Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no sleep when we do this sh** Ain't no care about sleeping Ain't no clubbing cause we bring that to the studio Ya understand me? Just manifesting this game, getting more money than n***as ever been [Verse 2: T-Pain] Pennies for my thoughts, dollars for my words Hundred for the hook, one fifty for the verse Cause b**h I got kids and they want Louis Vutton sh** And the Gucci wallet to carry crayons in So discounts is a thing of the past So is CEOs tryna put a thing on my a** These record labels mad cause they know they can't get me Cause I don't do threesomes, you can't f** with me Nappy Boy ooh wee that's the trademark And this year I just plan on pulling my face card n***as concentrating on keeping they face hard But I'm a f** around and take away they face guard Until then I'm a keep delivering hits out And keep on playing stupid till n***as figure my sh** out I can't speak on the bus but when the word finally get out I'll fill a swimming pool with the soda n***as a spit out [Interlude: Birdman] Ya understand me, lots full of whips Bottles and b**hes Ya understand me pocket full of money Ya understand me G4's and hoes n***a this how we living Out on the grind all day every muthaf**in' day We hang out the helicopter doin' fly-by's n***as Ya understand me over the pacific Ya understand me big money see we don't stop Pain let's get it baby YMCMB all muthaf**in' day [Verse 3: T-Pain] Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes Jamaican b**hes in my room doing the hot wine Winning at all cost Even if my n***as hit your Beanie Man with this Lady Sawed off Ha ha, feel the rhythm of the beat b**h Nappy Boy, the new Miami Heat b**h Young Frizzle, he done turned on the heat switch Walk up out of the mansion right up on to the beach, beeatch Ye ain't never seen another Pain 32 cars you n***as stay in the other lane Steve Jobs on these broke n***as Take a good hard look at the motherf**ing boat, n***a! sh**, the rap game being burglarized Check my certificate you can see that I'm certified So they won't see it coming when the track hit em And then I dipped twice-baptism [Outro: Birdman] n***a that's what's happening Moula crazy Yeah, blow, blow!