Rick Ross - Born Stunna (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Born Stunna (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Born stunna I'm a born stunna Huh born stunna [Hook: Rick Ross] Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags 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 coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Born stunna flow Consistently winning, while all you b**hes come and go Oh you mad ho? You ain't headlineyou my son b**h, and it's bedtime I show you b**hes, how to put together punchlines It ain't working out, it ain't crunch time Roll a kush up, it's a chess game, but f** a push-up Out in Tokyo, they calling me Nicki-san Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki's son Coupes and trucks, money bags—Scrooge McDuck [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: 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 thang Yea, YMCMG Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20 thousand square feet Ballin', uptown suicide Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' fine [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I don't know bout these other n***as, but I'm gettin' Trukfit money And I ain't never number 2, so you ain't gettin' sh** from me And you know I'm a ball, so catch me if you can Blood, I leave a n***a bleeding like that n***a got cramps I got Molly, got Mary, got white girl, got Keisha Used to have Trina but I still got nina b**h I'm too cold, I'm too cold Come put ya neck in my loophole I'm too hot, I'm soup bowl My money tall, Manute Bol I'm high Jupiter, Pluto But everybody know I'm from Mars b**h a** n***a Keep hatin', gone make me catch another gun charge I'm on that good good, floating like Aladdin Born stunna, stuntin' like my daddy [Hook: Rick Ross]