Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cuz I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R. Okay, start straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you can't swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles I'm fresher than a muthafucker, yup I'm a muthafucker No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman? Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cuz I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I be J.R. Now as I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of cheques, money Got my own shoe, brand new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets I made too much money I ain't made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best, shawty So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back That's why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cuz I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R. Yea, only sippin' red champagne White tee, red hat, red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya Fuckin' wit the Birdman we choppin' yo propane Fuckin' wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin' Stunna man back, so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances All my cars automative, automatic No lie, we don't even drive no askin' Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money we the champion Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cuz I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R. © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com