Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    [Baby in the backround of chorus]
  Oh yeah!
  Oh yeah!
  Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
  Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
  Tryin to get this money
  You know real real high, real real high
  We tryin to stack it biatch
  Bird call motherfucker!
    [Chorus]
  Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
  Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
  Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
  Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
    [Verse 1]
  Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
  B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
  Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
  24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever
  It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
  I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit
  Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
  Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me
  That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
  But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
  Get outta line watch me bust my 2
  I ran out the house and I ran in the building
  Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
  I'm the bird of the nest
  The shark of the sea
  Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
  Nobody move me cause I be who I be
  The Uptown rider, the home CMB
  I get what I want when I want I could have it
  Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
  Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
  Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
  I'm a boss nigga
  Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga
  Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
  That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
  I stand my grounds, be a man homie
  No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
  "Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man
  Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
  Live this life like you don't give a fuck nigga
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
  Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
  That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets
  Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
  Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
  And whether thats snow or white mink on me
  See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
  That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
  With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
  And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
  See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
  Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
  But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
  Birds got to have it with my birdy change
  But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
  26's, 28's, it's the Birdman
    [Chorus 3X]
    [Baby in the backround of chorus]
  Oh yeah!
  Oh yeah, you understand?
  Birdman baby
  Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
  You understand nigga?
  Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
  Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch
  I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
  18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga
  You understand this biatch?
  Get rid of it little daddy
  You understand?
  Birdman motherfucker!
  You know, you gots to hate me nigga
  Bird call bitch
  Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
  The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
  Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga!
  I'm lovin' it!
  Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga!
  Later boy, BMJ out!
  Let's get this money baby
  CMR nigga!