Born Stunna
Title | Born Stunna |
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Artist | Birdman |
Album | Bigga Than Life |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Rick Ross] Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna [Bridge: Rick Ross] Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ [Verse 1: Birdman] Born stuntin’, rep huntin’ Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers Ran numbers, head huntin’ Hit the mall with my bitch and blow another hunnit Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power Suede linin’, with my name in it Birdman, bitch and I’ve been gettin' it Yea, so my baby want a new whip Pearl white, stay fresh on that new shit You dig? born hustlin’ on that money shit Ya feel? blowin’ mills, big jewels bitch [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we doing the money dance Yea, Y-M-C-M-G Lauder jet, been a hustler since I hit the streets Took 250 on the new piece New condo, 20,000 square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ five [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags [Verse 3: Birdman] Cash money, hundred stacks Been grindin’ since the 90's with that chrome mac Fifty whip sittin’ right in front of that Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks G5’in with them chandeliers Checker floors, tattoo tears Uptown nigga on the battle field Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels Candy coated, a Harley Davis Stuntin’ on them niggas like the old Baby Bad bitch, matchin’ Gucci bikes My son lit, we live a high life [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she's born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Maybach Music |