Birdman - Get It All Together lyrics

[Chorus x2: Baby] sh**, we tryin' to get it all together And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather n***a And homie you get the money and the power Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' [Weezy] I see you haters, hatin' on the way a n***a think But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank And I, I kinda act like my sh** don't stink On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet Yea straight to ya head give a n***a a mullet I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin' What part cha' don't understand What you ain't know I'm like Kobe You n***az can't check me go head Bowens And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pa** Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea Bet I'd put a n***a on his a** Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last And young Wayne do song about the story With Birdman singin' on the chorus, n***a [Chorus] [Baby] Look, a ticket here and a ticket there And I'm the first out the hood to get rich n***a still here Its big paper in the prime of my life my n***a We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my n***a It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece Like father, like son we beasts on these streets Well let me bring you back to 1993 Where I met four lil n***az in the 3 We got big, we grinded in them city streets And three left and they all tryin' na beef me There's one Birdman and one J.R We neighborhood superstars f** y'all [Chorus] [Weezy] Murcing every murderer In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve Dang, -is on the curve The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird We find out where you stay and we mark your turf Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers She cook a n***a steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah See we murderers but do it like gangsta We really never show it but everybody know it And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man [Chorus]