Birdman Get It All Together Lyrics

Fast Money Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 My Territory
  • 3 Neck of the Woods
  • 4 Ghetto Life
  • 5 Hug da Block
  • 6 Cash Money Niggas
  • 7 Shoblin' Snow
  • 8 Pressure's On
  • 9 Get It All Together
  • 10 We Got That
  • 11 Smoke Out
  • 12 Big Pimpin'
  • 13 Out the Ghetto
  • 14 Around the World
  • 15 Solid Chic
  • 16 We Getting It On
  • 17 Get Your Shine On
  • (feat. Lil' Wayne)

    [Chorus x2: Baby]
    Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
    And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
    And homie you get the money and the power
    Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'

    I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think
    But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
    And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
    On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
    Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
    Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet
    I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money
    Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
    What part cha' don't understand
    What you ain't know I'm like Kobe
    You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens
    And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass
    Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
    Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
    Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
    And young Wayne do song about the story
    With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga


    Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
    And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here
    Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga
    We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga
    It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city
    The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's
    Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town
    We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown
    Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece
    Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
    Well let me bring you back to 1993
    Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3
    We got big, we grinded in them city streets
    And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
    There's one Birdman and one J.R
    We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all


    Murcing every murderer
    In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
    And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
    I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
    Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
    Dang, -is on the curve
    The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge
    And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
    We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
    Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
    Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
    She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
    See we murderers but do it like gangsta
    We really never show it but everybody know it
    And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
    While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man


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