Birdman - Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Lil Wayne] "Pyong" on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred What I'm doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross Cash Money still the company and b**h I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah b**h I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you little n***as cause the money in the way And I'm - I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate sh**, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake sh**, believe that: if your mans wanna play I'mma f** around and put that boy's brains on the gate Hey pick em up! f** em, let em lay Where I'm from we see a f**in' dead body everyday That's - Uptown! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em Ya b**h on my pipe, and she like a crack addict She saw me cooking eggs and she thought I was back at it I grab the keys, "ho I gotta go" I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs [Hook] [Verse 2: Birdman] Shorty, 98's, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky Bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills I start to holler, dollar after dollar Flipping chickens, getting tickets. Want the money and the power Born Stunna, Uptown hunter 3rd ward G, n***a, been about money Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys White Tees on the chromed-out 11 hundreds You know 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, b**h we was born hustlas [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz I must've f**ed a thousand b**hes and they girlfriends White leather, hot new bare rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin Big work, we don't need a scale man! Big papers: say "good morning" to the mailman What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff a coupe like a motherf**in' caravan I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman How you want it, show me my opponent *Munching noises* Show me my opponent I'm still ballin, a bullet gotta get me And I've never been a p**y cause my hood never let me A made n***a, got made n***as with me I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley