The Game - Paint Tha Town lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, bigger than life, YMCMB Flashy life, yeah - BLAAAT~! [Hook: Game] Red everything, red Bentley Chop a n***a down and tell his momma red sent me Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherf**er? Same color as your insides motherf**er You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you soo woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherf**er, Wall Street cash [Birdman] Red Jag, hop in with my red flag Pretty red b**h, with my teeth tatt Highly respected, stuntin' in my digital dash Stay fly out the pawn Young Money Cash We bang money, bang bang bang money Cash Money Young Money b**h we flip cash Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash Tommy guns, AKs n***a spit and dash High life, carbine with a extra mag Hit the curve, bad b**h n***a dick and dash My life has never been the same since the cash My life ain't been the same since I bust his a** Tear drop gangster, high life gangster Cash Money Young Money b**h we the gangsters (believe dat) You find me on the chopper With my chopper non-stopper, check the roof b**h already chop em We laughing to the bank b**h High life, more money in the bank b**h You know we do it 24's, sh** More hoes out the pound when we blow b**h [Hook] [Game] Run up on this Bentley, wish a motherf**er would I leave yo a** in Louisiana off in the woods Choppa Sinister City, bad boy since the Diddy And my Phantom like a strip club - a** and titties I f** rats, top models and regular hoes Take a ball player b**h and that's in my regular clothes And you could have her back, I don't swear hoes I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac Tear drop gangster, only got one But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my Louis Vuitton All red Yeezy's, yeah the flame edition The say I'm out of my mind like I got a c**aine addiction Cause when I was young I had Young Money n***as try to stretch me out so I tatted it on my tummy Never been a scholar, far from a dummy But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming Yeah, and we bang money, bang bang bang money 50 round drum a n***a try to take this chain from me You was go and k** me I'd already be dead Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherf**er red [Hook] [Lil Wayne] Cincinnati reds hat, tilt that b**h to the right You know how them bullets travel, motherf**er book a flight Choppa made them n***as dance, motherf**in' boogie nights All of you s**as p**y, none of you p**y's tight I rep that red flag, that's right that red flag I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans I'm with a bad b**h, with a red a** Talk crazy n***a, highway to heaven Automatic start, automatic weapon Momma need a dress, you gon' need a reverend I let Marley shoot 'em, cause I'm an convicted felon Sharp shooter n***a, yeah, shots perfect You ever gargle blood? Bubble up and burp it I'm in that new coupe, bald head n***a I'm Piru, all red n***a [Outro: The Game] + (Birdman) EEEEEEEY~! (yeah, this that uptown cla**ic) Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (swagga flashy life) Yeah, we paint the town red (5 Star G) I tell em motherf**ers, EEEEEEEY~! (ya understand me? YMCMB) Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (high life, bigger than life) Yeah, we paint the town red (C4, yeah, hit yo town) Tell 'em holla at me (hit yo' town in these whips) (Sun shining - BLAAAT~!) (Yeah, like new money; one hunnid)