Baby Aka #1 Stunna - Looks Like A Job 4... Lyrics
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for[baby in the backround of chorus]Oh yeah!Oh yeah!Birdman mother*****er, holla at your boy niggaLook, whew, fly in any weather niggaTryin to get this moneyYou know real real high, real real highWe tryin to stack it biatchBird call mother*****er![chorus]Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job forBirdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job forBirdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job forBirdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for[verse 1]Yeah, Im on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the caddy go visit ms. gladiusB(ah) to a(ah) to b-y biatch!Somethin so fly and somethin so slick24s, 28s, got to be better, 18s never, nigga whateverIts the new orleans finest biatch!Im a worldwide rider with that gucci and prada shitLook like I got to uplift my prada, get a few dollars, holla at a modelNigga if it aint money it cant beat meThat platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teethBut Im so so cool and Im so so oohGet outta line watch me bust my 2I ran out the house and I ran in the buildingThem people was comin, hands up! ya feel me[chorus][verse 2]Im the bird of the nestThe shark of the seaHungry dog on the concrete thats tryin to eatNobody move me cause I be who I beThe uptown rider, the home cmbI get what I want when I want I could have itLexus, bentley, and the jag nothin averageNever got married but Im lovin ms. gladiusBirdlady in that brand new caddyIm a boss niggaNothin less, two boats no cost niggaFly nigga hold your hearts niggaThat what daddy told you, mommy told youI stand my grounds, be a man homieNo quarters no halves, with them wholes thang***** it, pitch in nigga! and dont ***** with them chickens manFlip whatever: cars, rims, and bucksLive this life like you dont give a ***** nigga[chorus][verse 3]Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the cornerChange feathers twice, come back with the homiesThat fly shit, that prada and gucci sheetsFeather to the floor with swine on her feetsBezel that glow with the 9 on the seatsAnd whether thats snow or white mink on meSee Im hustlin leathers and Im chasin cheddarsThats eminems *****, it gets no betterWith the wide d-lips with the custom leatherAnd I ball like a dawg hood rich foreverSee Im iced all up with that chrome metalFully equiped with the coogi sweaterBut its the birdman daddy, I run with the bird gameBirds got to have it with my birdy changeBut its the big thangs on the big range, stop and goes26s, 28s, its the birdman[chorus 3x][baby in the backround of chorus]Oh yeah!Oh yeah, you understand?Birdman babyOh yeah, youre becoming my kind of a birdYou understand nigga?Flip one, sell one, roll one babyWhatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you *****Im comin to your hood boy, Im flyin too18s is better, never nigga, 24s, 28s, Im singing niggaYou understand this biatch?Get rid of it little daddyYou understand?Birdman mother*****er!You know, you gots to hate me niggaBird call *****Lets get this money, holla at your boy nigga!The stunna, cash money number one nigga!Yeah, thats how you lace me nigga!Im lovin it!Hey lil weezy, papa doin his thang nigga!Later boy, bmj out!Lets get this money babyCmr nigga!
