Birdman - Born Stunna Lyrics
[Featuring: Born Stunna][Intro:]Born stunnaI'm a born stunnaHuh born stunnaMoney money money money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bags[Hook:]Born stunna, born stunnaFlip a hundred keys just to ball all summerBorn stunna, born stunnaI put a hundred karats in the cartier mamaBorn stunna, she's a born stunnaMercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunnaBorn stunna, born stunnaStack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'[Birdman:]Born stuntin', rap huntin'Flock a hundred of them things for them cheat numbusRide numbus, head huntin'Hit the mall with my ***** and blow another hunidRed flaggin', poppin' red bottlesI'm talkin' big faces, money and the powerSway linin', with my man in itBirdman, ***** and I've been kickin'Yea, so my baby want a new wheelPearl white, stay fresh on that new shitYou dig? born hustlin' on that money shitYa feel? blowin' mills, big jewels *****[Hook:]Born stunna, born stunnaFlip a hundred keys just to ball all summerBorn stunna, born stunnaI put a hundred karats in the cartier mamaBorn stunna, she's a born stunnaMercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunnaBorn stunna, born stunnaStack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'Money money money money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bags[Birdman:]Yea, a lot a lot of money bagsThe money in the garbage canStrapped up tight with a hundred bagsMoney filthy *****, we in the money lairSee, we shinin' like the money canSince the money came, ***** we throw the money fanYea, ymcmgLoto jacked in the hustle since I hit the streets2-50 on the new pieceNew condo, 20.000 square feetBallin', uptown suicideBorn stuntin', strapped how we livin' fine[Rick Ross:]Born stunna, born stunnaFlip a hundred keys just to ball all summerBorn stunna, born stunnaI put a hundred karats in the cartier mamaBorn stunna, she's a born stunnaMercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunnaBorn stunna, born stunnaStack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'Money money money money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bags[Birdman:]Cash money, money stacksBeen grindin' since the lineage with that cromagFifty whip sittin' right in front of thatOcean view, top floor, blew a hundred racksG5'in with them chandeliersChecker floors, tattoo tearsUptown nigga on the battle fieldMaybach relaxin' on them cop heelsCandy coated, a harley davisStuntin' on them niggas like the old babyBad *****, matchin' gucci bikesMy sun lit, we live a high life[Hook:]Born stunna, born stunnaFlip a hundred keys just to ball all summerBorn stunna, born stunnaI put a hundred karats in the cartier mamaBorn stunna, she's a born stunnaMercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunnaBorn stunna, born stunnaStack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'Money money money money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bagsMoney money money bags
