Rick Ross - Born Stunna lyrics
[Intro: Ross] Born stunna I'm a born stunna Huh born stunna [Bridge: Ross] Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Hook: Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' [Verse 1: Birdman] Born stuntin', rep huntin' Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers Ran numbers, head huntin' Hit the mall with my b**h and blow another hunnit Red flaggin', poppin' red bottles I'm talkin' big faces, money and the power Suede linin', with my name in it Birdman, b**h and I've been gettin' it Yea, so my baby want a new whip Pearl white, stay fresh on that new sh** You dig? born hustlin' on that money sh** Ya feel? blowin' mills, big j**els b**h [Hook] + [Bridge] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Verse 2: Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy b**h, we in the money lair See, we shinin' like the money can Since the money came, b**h we doing the money dance Yea, Y-M-C-M-G Lauder jet, been a hustler since I hit the streets Took 250 on the new piece New condo, 20,000 square feet Ballin', uptown suicide Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' five [Hook] + [Bridge] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Verse 3: Birdman] Cash money, hundred stacks Been grindin' since the 90's with that chrome mac Fifty whip sittin' right in front of that Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks G5'in with them chandeliers Checker floors, tattoo tears Uptown n***a on the battle field Maybach relaxin' on them cop heels Candy coated, a Harley Davis Stuntin' on them n***as like the old Baby Bad b**h, matchin' Gucci bikes My son lit, we live a high life [Hook] + [Bridge] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Maybach Music