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Birdman ft.Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne “Y U Mad” Music & Lyrics

September 10, 2011 By Leave a Comment


Birdman ft.Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne “Y U Mad” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Nicki Minaj]
I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy
Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee
Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy
Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz
This p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky
That p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky
When I’m out the country, niggas call me Neeki
Hi, How are you? Yes, it’s nice to meet me
Damn, Billboard, I mean I’m winning but I’m still bored
Yeah we shine, gold cluster
As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

[Birdman]
Yeah, Bigga Than Life
C4, We the Bidness

Man, f-ck ya’ll niggas
Get down or lay down
Shoot up anything except a school or playground
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me
Shining AK blood, just like a trophy
I’m old school, and I’ll smack a bitch
Getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch
What you know about it? Take notes nigga
YMCMB, head coach nigga
Yeah, stuntman, stuntman
Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan
Yeah, we done took off nigga
Got the game on lock like football nigga

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, i got the world in my wallet
Swisha full of violet
Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage
That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates
I bet I can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant
And I do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas
Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups
I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe
No cut on the coke, thats coke zero
Yeah tonight, I’ll probably f-ck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Waynes World
This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick
Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick’

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

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The Game ft. Lil Wayne & Baby “Can You Believe It” Official Lyrics

August 2, 2011 By Leave a Comment

Lyrics:
[Hook]
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Young Stunna, young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it’s gon’ be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That’s Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot’s sick, I’m ill
I got a milli in my maze
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louie, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James
Headed to the Game, Red Challenger today
Throwin’ up red flags like I’m challenging the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I’m all about my cake: red velvet
You can’t help it, gotta see what I got
It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’m a Beast, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it decaff
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable?
Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya: Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life’s a bitch and mine a diva
Point the biggest skeptic out I make ‘em a believer

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Baby]
Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
Ya understand, acres on that new land
Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb’
P-p-p-ssy poppin’ bullshit
Bullshit aint shit nigga we the shit
We the business, Louie on every trip
Holiday everyday on the YM ship
Cause everyday my sun shine
Candy paint on the Harley making headlines
Belee dat
We good with this cake homie
Belee dat, we ride every day homie

[Hook]

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Birdman ft. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine & T-Pain “I Get Money” Official Music Video & Lyrics

April 19, 2011 By Leave a Comment


Birdman ft. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine & T-Pain “I Get Money” Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[T-Pain - Chorus]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n-ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a diamond to a dollar
If you know how to hustle n-gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
And you know who I am
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
Bitch I’m gettin money

[Birdman]
We the business
Coming through shining
Blew a couple of hundreds
Big timing all the time, n-gga been stuntin
Pearl white Maybach, n-gga spent a mill
Bugatti for 2, on the hill
Shining with my strap in my right pocket
Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket
From round the block doing this shit round the clock
Million dollar n-gga doing this sh-t non-stop
Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight
Popping bottles, celebrating living life
Blowing big, freelander down ?
YMCMB n-gga, rich gang

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
Ugh, big dawg shit n-gga
I’m on my feet like dog shit n-gga
Tell em hatin’ n-ggas miss me with that hatin’ shit
And tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list
I ain’t trippin n-gga I’m just taking trips
Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip
Young Mack, stupid Mack ?
I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent
Pockets on etc, Money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson
Virgins they aint f-cking with us
Young Money Cash Money
F-ck them other n-ggas

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
If I aint getting money, than I’m getting p-ssy
I don’t play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet
I know you looking so how I look
I don’t f-ck with n-ggas, call me George Bush
It’s Tunechi baby, the money man
The money talks, now I understand
That chopper make a n-gga do the running man
I would take a girl and turn her p-ssy to a punching bag
I’mma stunt my ass off, bitch thats word to Stunna man
School these bitch ass n-ggas, you are undergrad
The World is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand
Young Money, Cash Money, welcome to Wonderland

[Chorus]

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Birdman ft.Lil Wayne “Fire Flame” (Remix) Official Music Video & Lyrics

January 16, 2011 By 2 Comments


Birdman ft.Lil Wayne “Fire Flame” (Remix) Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Lil Wayne]
Fresh out from my bid
bitch it’s Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy
if these n-ggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty
dont f-ck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like an Rubiks cube
oh my, look how the time has flown
and they say time is of the essence
but what if there clock is wrong
but all my problems will be second
and all my worries will be gone
I’ll have money back for breakfast smell like “bitch I’m rich cologne”
ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats aint got a scratch
if you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts
they say it cost to be the boss
I paid the price including tax
bitch I’m a fire flame spitter
and to me you n-ggas wax

[Chorus]
(What ya talking bout)

[Birdman]
In this World with my Tommy gun
banana clip the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
spend a little cash, bust a n-gga ass
5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash
yeah, militant minded
upown soldier, you have been blinded
grinding all the time, bitch
stuntin, and we shining
diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing
blah, the bottles keep poppin’
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’
them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I got p-ssy coming to me
shotgun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
sittin’ in my hog, tell my chauffer “to the penthouse”
pockets so deep its like my money gotta swim out
Marley say f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em
bitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter
hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga

[Birdman]
See these first class flights
we strapped up in the trenches
n-gga want some business b-tch
we getting it in this business
some ten figure n-ggas blood rich gang n-gga
fire flame spitters, point blank n-gga
money and the power, swag out the shower
spending n-gga, then them p-ssy’s running like some cowards
bigger than life n-gga, c4 bitch
a hundred million dolllars, my son born rich
blaaapp!

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

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Rick Ross ft.Lil Wayne & Birdman “Veterans Day” Official Music Video & Lyrics

November 11, 2010 By 1 Comment


Rick Ross ft.Lil Wayne & Birdman “Veterans Day” Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne]
I like my p-ssy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder
my girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders
like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer
if blooding aint right than I couldn’t be a wronger
I’m a bad muthaf-cker, be very afraid
boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
been in the building muthaf-cker we aint never escape
cash money is the army, veterans day
the block got hotter, the World got colder
so f-ck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder
if you want it you can get it, come and sign up,
we got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
man we so about it, 5 star count it
could have f-cked the World but I left it how I found it
took the game to school now I’m bout to cap and gown it
got a circle of success you can say I’m well rounded.

yeah and by the way my name is Tunche

[Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder
Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high rollin’
flipped it off the condo, made it off the conda
sky scraping condo top floor aroma
high to the sky when I step up in this b-tch
thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this b-tch
the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash
keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab
priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat
Junya doing time, kicking up his feet
a mill on the books, I’m stuntin with a fleet
a pretty red b-tch we smash every week
blowing on some good Maybach back seat
the b-tch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
born rich from the hood YMCMB
yeah Maybach, brrrap

[Rick Ross]
I’m that fat muthf-cker, young entrepreneurs
zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers
most controversial in the muthaf-cking truest
and by looking at my jewels Im still the muthaf-cking coolest
waving your flag you just a f-cking blood donor
and this b-tch far from bad who put these f-cking Uggs on her
took her to California spent a f-cking dub on her
when she walk up in the club now every f-cking thug want her
I’m just so f-cking special, lets see whats on the menu
f-ck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue
this the sh-t Im into all black in the rental
my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental
these n-ggas love boys enjoying there little toys
I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix
100 mill I accept nothing less
black Rayban’s at Obama’s next address
[end]

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Birdman “Fire Flame” Official Music Video & Lyrics

November 10, 2010 By 3 Comments


Birdman “Fire Flame” Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
Back on my Block, [...] and my hand,
money out the ocean, landing in the sand
third war soldier, world wide general
cash money young money fire flame spitters
hustling all the time, in the middle of the block
the [...] stay [...] the money of the top
we do around the clock, [...] we tha bizness
hundred million dollars, filthy ’bout my richies
stunting on a [...] cuz we shine big time
flipping another hundred,[...] doig on the ground
[...] of a [...] cuz’ they know we stay fly
ridin’ 24 on a [...] be hot

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
spinning [...] ben [...] in my hand
hundred out the land, when you [...] with the man
five star [...] eagle be flying, just be [...] ball eagle flying
uptown soldier may man on the mission,
did it from the bottom, no dyving from the richies
been a hall roller, flip the range to a bentley
house full a thanks, house full a [...]

switch another land, flipping all the time
hundred on the watch 20 years on my grind
blood is my line, uptown general
cash money stunnas, young money killers

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Birdman]
Mansions in the hills, just to burn it feal hundreds
loaded 40′s spended it a mi on some furniture
back on my seattom, shuffer from the bottom
started with nothing now is money with this power
higher then ever top flow popping bottles
mix in the winter, candy with the models
that’s how we living, live a luxury life
never give a [...] we can do this [...] twice
li-live with the lifes, lit it up for life
lil [...] get it in and doing this for life
lil won’t got right so he back up on his bussines
life to this game, flame of a spitting it

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

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Kevin Rudolf ft.Lil Wayne, Jay Sean and Birdman “I Made It” Music & Lyrics

June 30, 2010 By Leave a Comment

Lyrics:
[Birdman]
Yeah
Cash Money Heroes
Private Jets
Polish, fly
[Kevin Rudolf - Chorus]
I look up to the sky
and now the World is mine
Ive known it all my life
I made it, I made it!
[Jay Sean]
I used to dream about, the life I’m living now
I know that theres no doubt.
I made it, I made it!
[Kevin Rudolf - Verse 1]
Known from the city where no one believed in me
but I never give up the fight.
Ya, but now on top.
I told you to let it rock
The moneys fallin from the sky-y-y-y-y
I made it.
[Chorus]
[Birdman]
Yeah
YM
CMB baby
Birdman
Swagged out
100
Rooftop, hella choppa burning smoke
Louie bag stay strapped wit a priceless globe
High life, flippin and get some more.
Paradise, the luxury marble floor
when i hit, hit me full of that cash
More money than I seen in a garbage can
Stunna island, money and the power
thats how we do it, make it rain make it shower
top floor, big timer doing big things
over city views bought shawty new range
flip another 100, poppin throwing hundreds
in a new Bently, uptown stunna1
[Chorus]
I look up to the sky(TO THE SKY)
and now the world is mine(THE WORLD IS MINE)
Ive known it all my life(all my lifeeeeee)
I made it, I made it!
I used to dream about, the life im living now(ooooo)
I know that theres no doubt.
I made it!
[Jay Sean]
Ooo I made it
I made it…
I made It…
I made it…
Yo ay Ay ay listen
see i dont live for glamour,and I dont care for fame
im in this for the love of the game
funny how things can change
they didnt believe in me
then they calling my name
now look who cashed in
they didnt wanna know me back then
but ever since I don gon platinum
everything turned around
and now the sky is falling downnnnnn
[Chrous]
[LilWayne]
Came from the gutter, lookin like my motha
made it to the goal line, straight out the huddle
cash money goldmine, weezy stay loyal
boy we getting money like we just found oil
uh and thats word to my red flag
I live first and leave the bullsh-t dead last
I lay it down so hard I got a bedrash
And i just tell em to loaf it when the bread pass
Staring at you from the top of the game man
I might drop the World if I change hands
uh it feel good to be here, Weezy in the building got this b-tch rebuilt
Young Money
[Chorus]
I look to the skyyy!!
I made it!
Ooo!
made it, I made it
yes i did
yes i did
yes i did
yes i did
yes i did
I made it
[End]

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Birdman ft. Tyga and Lil Wayne “Loyalty” Music & Lyrics

June 29, 2010 By 2 Comments

Lyrics:
[Tyga - Chorus]
Gray smoke in my smoke alarm
Countin cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this World alone
And before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home

[Birdman]
So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
Just cooked up left the kitchen full of birds, ya heard
Thats the word you could get served
From the bullets to the keys is how we urge
To move on and groove and get the money straight
Flip another cake 27, 28
I go the tax on the bubble
The money in the hummer, we shine every summer
Yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down
Hood down, put it down uptown
Catch me rollin in my Bentley
Tooled up p-ssy with a b-tch and I’m all in it(?)

[Tyga - Chorus]
Gray smoke in my smoke alarm
Countin cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this World alone
And before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home

[Tyga]
Uhh, sunshine like the brightest day

Momma do you remember the time, Michael J
When I seen the video I said that’s gon be me
And I ain’t have to dream I made it my reality
Folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me
I skipped class and I sh-tted on the faculty
Young money greedy, cash money greedy
Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
Get it I’m gon eat it, never beat the hand that feeds me
Shout Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby
Top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy
Watching out for fake sh-t, rats on some snake sh-t
Give me rats for my statements
I’m that amazing

[Tyga - Chorus]
Gray smoke in my smoke alarm
Countin cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this World alone
And before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
Before I leave home

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, on my way to get it
I’ma hustla write it down take a picture b-tch print it
Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot
The game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it
Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard
Cant see myself dyin’ broke, Ray Charles
Yea, now rock steady in this mutherf-cker
Paper come fast Tom Patey in this mutherf-cker
Uh, now do a doughnut in the money
I’m on a paperchase, but the paper aint running
Now f-ck the World till its cummin, here it comes
We get the bread and the bread crumbs, Young Money

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