Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born Stunna, artist - Birdman. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Born Stunna |
| Born stunna |
| I’m a born stunna |
| Huh born stunna |
| Money money money money money bags |
| Money money money bags |
| Money money money bags |
| Money money money bags |
| 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' |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |