Maybach Music Group - All Birds Lyrics
[Performed by Rick Ross][Featuring: French Montana][Intro: Rick Ross]Walk with a real niggaSelf-made millionaireWhat more could you ask for, huh?[Verse 1: Rick Ross]I'm a kamikaze in a MaseratiI'm a John Gotti, got my own armyWorth fifty million and it's all on meFifty on my Rollie knowing yours phonyLast problem I had, a nigga head-shot himSay the word on the street is that my man got himIf I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about himI got Lears and all - don't need Aaliyah problemsMay she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problemAll my CDs gold but the Visa darkerBastard child but I got a fleet of carsDouble-M G this little thing of oursTake it to the door, mother*****er, pleaNiggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleepHome-cooked meals for the real niggasHot Tec 9 for you little niggasWant to shoplift? Come and boost thisWe run the *****ing game, nigga, truth isCargo pants and my red bottomsTalking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em[Hook: French Montana]No clothes in the closet, it's all birdsNo sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birdsNo luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birdsAnd I ain't going back - I'm a ball first[Verse 2: French Montana]Anything you need know I get it cheapMy nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleepCars European come and see the fleetWe're commercial; come and see us if you need the streetI'm a bring it home nigga bet the bankSierra Leone all up in the link'Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shitHuddle up, round table, King Arthur shitShorty ass fat, she can't stand straightSpent your down payment on my landscapeNiggas sideways like the Phantom doorHundred round drum sound like round of applauseSlicker than a can of greasePaid the state in the ice, hundred grand a pieceCoke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure nowCoke damn near same price as dope now[Hook]
