(with Birdman)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
b**h, ain't it nothing but some motherf**in' money over her
You understand me?
So you already know what time it is
You feel me?
You know what a n***a need baby
I ain't gon' play with ya
Dont waste my time, wont waste yours
Ya feel me? Cause I have enough hoes
Get in line
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a b**h smokin' weed, a b**h snortin' powder
A b**h countin' money baggin a million every hour
Got a b**h in debt, a b**h gettin' stacks
The b**h love tats, CMB on her back
I got a b**h do frog, wanna see me live large
Smokin' like barb in my Versace drawers
Got a b**h on the phone, b**h doin' time
No cooperation so that b**h doing fine
I got a b**h in New Orleans, Bird hooked me up with
Keys to the crib, now its birds up in her sh**
b**h with a Honda, so that b**h can save
Lookin' like a saint, but a trunk full of H
Got a b**h in the Bay, she wanna f** Khaled
Audition for the boss, let me see you talent
The b**h do tricks, the b**h do cane
She snort it off your dick right before she give you brain
[Hook: Birdman]
b**h I'm the sh**, if you want sh**
sh**tin' on them heels, or sh**tin' in them bricks
Hit another lick, b**h we can split
H is the hustle fully loaded in this b**h
b**h I'm the sh**, if you want sh**
Diamond around your neck, and Louie Vouton for your trip
Flip another brick, shinin' in them bricks
H is the hustle, three quarters for a brick
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Straight got a b**h uptown, move nothin' but brown
Holo on ground, keep a tool wear a crown
Got a b**h like weed, b**h snort D
b**h count my money and she don't pop P
I got a b**h su-woo, true to what she do
She f** with nothing but B's and she love what we do
Got a b**h in New York, know I love to f**
Brought me a new Benz and a brand new truck
I got a b**h do it early, movin' them buerly's
Hit the hood quick n***a, servin' and swervin'
Got this b**h love red, thats how we plead
CMB down n***a, ready to spray it
Got a b**h in Miami ho, Ross hooked me up though
I ain't even trippin whoa, showed her some love though
Got this b**h up in Philly, I stop f**in' wit it
The ho bought me a Phantom, mother f** the b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Got a b**h real slim, who wanna do films
If you go down on a boy I might go out on a limb
I got a b**h wear plex, or the b**h hair straight
I break a b**h harder than every b**h that I break
I got an R&B b**h, I got a rap b**h
Call her anime, cause I got a stack b**h
I got a b**h on her period, thats money loss
I'm out two for one ho, you f**in' with a boss
[Verse 4: Birdman]
I got a b**h from over seas, its legal where we be
Versace red, b**h a hundred G's
Burnin' on the beach, so them b**hes see
Candy on the paint b**h you know its CMB
I got a b**h like an eagle, b**h with an eagle
b**h get the money, b**h know my people
b**h from uptown, know how we get down
Money on my mind b**h, blowin' out the pine
[Hook]
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
This that 305, 504
504, 305 sh**
This Birdman, Rick Ross
Lost Tapes, Volume 1 H