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(feat. Birdman) [Intro: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)] {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) [Verse: Lil' Wayne] Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a mufucka, yea Im a mufucka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I should take her thong from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman [Hook: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)] {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) Songtexte{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) [Verse: Birdman] Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of knifes but I got a lot of checks (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin on a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many nggaz from my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat [Hook: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)] [Verse: Birdman] Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, chopper fucks the pain Fuckin wit the Birdman we choppin yo propane Fuckin wit my son man we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the cirumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion [Hook: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)] Aus Songtexte Mania