The Game - Yung Stunna lyrics

(Verse 1: Birdman) Strapped in the traps, money on my mind Ocean city view, n***a drinkin' red wine Big deals, got the money on the big feel Big deal, got the houses in the big hill All it did was, 250 cash Brand new McLaren, three on the dash Hella choppers, switchin' in the fast lane Nose diving, hunting in the hurricane Swagged out, you now them red bottoms In the club with them models and them flower bottles Rich n***a, blood gang Uptown, dirty (?), n***a money and fame (Hook: Birdman) Yung stunna, yung stunna Yung stunna, yung stunna Yung stunna, yung stunna Rich n***a blood, rich n***a blood gang Yung stunna, yung stunna Yung stunna, yung stunna Yung stunna, yung stunna Rich n***a blood, rich n***a blood gang (Verse 2: Game) Yeah, Soo Woo gang If you ain't with it, then you in the food chain The young Hussein, the dragon who blew flames Burnin' rubber off that lot after coppin' that new Range YMCMB, WS, n***a, we runnin' through your b**h like a choo-choo train First do me, then do Wayne Then do Stunna, then do Mack Maine Jump in the Bugatti Tell 'em, bust it like a shawty Whoa, Kemosabe Big ballin' is my hobby Red rag swagga, tell it all over my body I crashed the Maserati, came back in the Ferrari like (Hook) (Verse 3: Game) Yeah, yeah, rich n***a blood gang Four red Phantoms like f** it, it's a Blood thing Rubies in the watch, blood diamonds in the chain n***a, run up on the Game and get your stupid-a** shot Turn a coupe to a drop, got the groupies on the yacht Seven years in this b**h, thirty new kids on the block Rubies in the watch, yeah I had to say it again I come through and just dookie you on the block Knock the coofie off the top When I'm stupid off Ciroc Hit 'em with the old Hawk, n***a Mookie Blaylock Fly as Dominique All my diamond's antique Who else you know drop fifty songs in a week Bird call (Hook)