100 Million - Birdman

Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto
Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money
Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money
We got money
We da best


Ridin big, gettin mine
Two microwaves flip a brick at a time
Bandana on da handle ready for da whip
When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear
I disappear in da middle of da night
When I reappear bet da boss look so bright
Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy
We ridin low, Gettin high
80 round drum let ya know da time
When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine
Ridin on da 2 4�s runnin ahead of my time
Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind
Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line
In da hood ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch cash money


I smell a lot of 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto


Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on
Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on
Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi
Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage
Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane
Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang
See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times
Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga


I smell a lot of 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto



I�m from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums
There�s money out here, we just tryin to get some
Cool like Dre nigga, A like K
When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say
Don�t ever keep dem thangs where ya lay
Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay
Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G
Sounds like anotha code feeling to me
Niggas move sloppy and I really don�t like it
Fuck around and get everybody inedited
Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic
Fuck around go dead broke tryin to fight it

I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it
And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it
Rated hood bitch, Bitch I�m hood bitch
I aint a asshole, but I�m on some hood shit
I wish I would switch, I don�t know how
Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can�t smile
Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou


I smell a lot of 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto)
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto


Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires
We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva
We got money nigga

Make It Rain (Remix) - Fat Joe feat. Ace Mack, Birdman, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, R. Kelly and T.I

[Fat Joe]
Whoo
Roxan, its Kells B*tches
you don't have to turn off
the red light
Scotty!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch for terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this business of terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly]
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Kell... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming each other's name
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty
Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this, leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B but these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I talk with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play me
I take a chick to my room like cave man
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Blat, Blat, Blat, Blat, hey Joey let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on ya
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman]
Fresh to deaf on 'em, we throwin money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
make it slow in the club, bitches know I paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay Fly)
Goin' to the club, nigga in da new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.]
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'
40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans
Yo real boss niggaz doin real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein, I'm with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
In da drop in January but it feel like June
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be categorying me
Any nigga like ta get a better salary to me
El capitan, King
Numero Uno
I flood pussy clubs
Ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4, girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money got a clip to protect it for me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my b
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[hook]

[R. Kelly]
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain

[Rick Ross]
I be reppin' my city, blowin hundreds & fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there ere' night
Joey I was listenin', blown up, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends, my money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm the boss (I'm the boss), I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor), make it rain (make it rain), on these haters (on these haters)
Get yo umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda
I'm the nigga that you scared of, cause no one can do it betta

[Fat Joe]
Joe crack, early 80's,
crack baby momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
TWERK that, drop IT BABY
Them perty ladies, they got me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I pop like 80
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to BRING his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, Them vatos locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'
(Bitch)

[hook]

Birdman feat. Lil Wayne - Leather So Soft

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft My top so soft
I’ll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard… she said
My leather so soft My top so soft
I’ll probably have it off these niggaz so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch I go so hard…

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I get money hoe fuck what you talkin’ ’bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon’s mouth
Fire you can’t put out tires are standin’ out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be wit’ them different hoes No I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes
They kiss that dick wit’ no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussyholes snortin’ coke til they nose bleed
I’m sittin’ high on them inches I’m in the nosebleeds
I’m on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put ‘em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that’s coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I’m so southern that’s why my leather so soft

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit’ that crook nigga fuckin’ wit’ crooks nigga
Know we ’bout that money and we stackin’ like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce ganishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin’ on that puff and we drivin’ foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we ’bout that cheddar nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young’n son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one you gon’ hear us when we come daddy

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon’ come if not I’m gon’ get it
I gotta die wit’ money ’cause I wasn’t born wit ‘it
It was 9-27-82 baby do Charity
Hospital aka the city zoo no pity due to
No one nobody not all man
They dropped us in the game and everybody’s tryna ball
And the small hand’ll touch ya the large hand’ll cut ya
But until that day I’ll be a motherfuckin’ stunna… nigga

[Birdman]
Ball ’til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball ’til I fall I done did it for y’all
Ball ’til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball ’til I fall that’s the way it’s gon’ be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked ’cause I’m good wit’ firin’ mines
Alligator wit’ the suede ridin’ them 25’s

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[music to fade]

Birdman and Lil Wayne - Stuntin Like My Daddy

[bridge:]
Vrooom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut I’m Doing, Getting Money, Wut We Doing, Getting Money
Wut They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I’m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I’m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m Paid, Thats All I Gotta Say
Can’t see you Lil Nigga, The Money In The Way
And I’m, I’m Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades
If You Ain’t Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate
Shit I Gotta Eat… Yeah, Even Though I Ate
It Ain’t My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake
(Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table
Pick ‘em up, fuck ‘em Let ‘Em Lay
Where I’m From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday
Thats, Uptown, throw a stack at ‘Em
make a song about me, I’m Throwing Shots Back At ‘Em
Ya bitch on my pipe, And She Like A crack addict
And She Saw Me Cooking Eggs And She Though I Was Back At It
I Grab The Keys, Hoe I Gotta Go
I Got My Motorcycle Jacket And My Motorcycle Loafs

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut I’m Doing, Getting Money, Wut We Doing, Getting Money
Wut They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I’m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I’m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 2: Birdman]
98’s, 45 Paper Plates
10 The Whole Thang Big Money Heavy Weight
A Hundred Stacks, Spend 50 On A Caddy, 25 On The Pinky,
Bought A Pound Of Blow And Bounced Back
Magic Grills, Big Houses On The Hill
Got Them Hoes In The Kitchen All Cooking paying bills
Holla, Dollar After Dollar
Flipping Chickens Getting Tickets want the money and the power
Born Stunna, Uptown Hunter
3rd ward g’s Nigga Been About Money
Ice chunks, Birdman Red monkeys
White Tees on them chromed out 11 hundreds
You Now We Shine Every Summer, We Grind Every Summer
And This Is How We Spend Money
You See Them Bentleys And Them Lambs’
Them Ounces And Them Grams, bitch we was born hustlas

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut I’m Doing, Getting Money, Wut We Doing, Getting Money
Wut They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I’m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I’m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[verse 3: Lil Wayne]
When I Was 16 I Bought My First Mercedes Benz
I Must’ve Fucked A Thousand Bitches And They Girlfriends
White Leather, Hot New Pair of Rims, Brand New Pistol With The Trigger Like A Hair Pin
Big Work, We Don’t Need Scale Man, Big Papers Say G’mornin To The Mail Man
What’Cha Now Bout Putting Bricks In The Spare Man, I Can Stuff A Coupe Like A Motherfucking Caravan
I’m In My Zone my form is So Rare Man
You Looking At The Chair Man
How You Want It, Show Me My Opponent….Show Me My Opponent
I’m Still Balling, A Bullet Gotta Get Me And I’ve Never Been A Pussy Cause My Hood Never Let Me
A Made Nigga Got Made Niggas Wit Me
Ima Motorcycle Boy So I’m About to park the Bentley

[bridge:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Wut I’m Doing, Getting Money, Wut We Doing, Getting Money
Wut They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross
Cash Money still a company, And Bitch I’m The Boss
And I Be Stunting Like My Daddy, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy
I’m The, Young Stunna, Stunting Like My Daddy
Stunting Like My Daddy, I Be Stunting Like My Daddy

[x2:]
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Veerom Veerom On A Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred
Cash Money still a company And Bitch I’m The Boss

Jim Jones feat. Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Young Dro - We Fly High

I wear a mean dark pair a shades
(You know we can’t have one a nuthin’)
(So we had to double up)
You can’t see my eyes unless my head is bent

Dipset..
REMIX!!!!

[Chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

[Jones]
PC blowticious, Lamborghini, its audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I’m still hood,
500 horses stuffed in my Ferarri hood
Fuck niggas talk bout MCs on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will
Black car fever got this nigga feelin ill its the shop for a now nigga givin out deals
(Its all about the Benjamen’s baby)

I’m flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy
The roof top as I am showin my ass,
I brought New York back ya niggas ain’t got a chance

[Chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

[T.I.]
I ain’t gon’ lie I’m fucked up ,if we all die then we all shall
The only one thang gonna get us by and thats the ball game,
Then buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag, Cracks on the deal thats twenty mill
And you thought i have gone mad, naw I had to gone Grab the spida at the red light,
Blue florescent head light, you better get your bread right,
You ain’t a baller, you chase checks I check write, even wen I got a dog outside on my neck right

[Diddy]
Hey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin
Now pick a car, which one I ain’t been in,
Pick a watch as long as the hand spinnin
Pick a actress which one I ain’t swim in
The yachts still on the deck
Retirement plan i dropped it on her neck
I’m still spending old money , Benjamen’s remix 10 Year gold money mothafuckas

[Chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

[Birdman]
500 on the Bentley, 50 g’s on the Caddy, 100 gs on my bar
Cuz we boat living large
Doin my thang wit this uptown swang
Nigga get it how we live like money ain’t a thang
I be stunnin on them thangs everytime u see me Swang everytime u see me hang
Best believe I got that thang.
Pop up at the club nigga show them hoes love
Cuz they kno we make it rain so they show us gangsta love

[Young Dro]
Its like Im skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi
Sit up in the Chevy eating blowfish sushi
550 mint colored benz me n’ Jin wit the back cab twins blowin out booty
Hair real block cuz u kno we gettin coofy,iceberg drop nigga now ridin goofy,
28 inches in the air, kno I’m ballin cuz my whole Wrist pink and my neck kinda bluey (dro)

[Chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

You ain't know - Birdman feat. Lil' Wayne

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain’t lookin’ for a lady
And you can never pay me I’m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin’ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Nigga I ain’t got a money printer
So for this paper chase I’m out runnin’ sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it’s all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit’ a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
‘Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I’m Hollygrove to death
I’m already good I’m workin’ on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don’t forget the Baby no don’t forget the F

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin’ through my neighborhood wit’ 4’s on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin’
Red bandanna duckin’ feds and the money stackin’
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e’eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon’ get paid
Spent a mill’ on the wheels custom wit’ the navi’
2 of the same whips we doin’ it big livin’ lavish

[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I’m a hot torch
And gettin’ money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of… matchin’ slippers or yacht shoes
See I don’t cruise control I control the cruise
Yes… I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain’t lookin’ for a lady
And you can never pay me I’m from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin’ take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit’ the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin’ big doin’ gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin’ layin’ here we stuntin’
On the grind all the time homie gettin’ money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can’t figure
Poppin’ at the mouth like this cutter won’t split ‘em
Know how to survive hustlin’ stayin’ fly
My whole hood cried when my lil’ brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It’s just the G in me and I’ma get it til I die daddy

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
You ain’t know I gotta go
Where ya goin’? I gotta get back to the money
To the money