| I’m sittin' at the top, I got a bird’s eye view | 
| Downtown condo purchased by the birds I flew | 
| Actually I purchased this with the words I drew | 
| Reminiscin' on the days when the birds I flew | 
| Bird flu money got a nigga hot like fever | 
| Life’s a cold bitch but I ain’t ever trying to leave her | 
| I’mma get them dollars, pour bottles and fuck some models | 
| Write a song about it, do the same shit tomorrow | 
| Ay I tried to tell my bitch that I can’t sit or fuckin' nap | 
| Till I’m sitting on top like a Braves fitted cap | 
| Got my name jumpin' out the floor and straight up through the roof | 
| Now I got them hoes jumpin' out their clothes and in the coupe | 
| Then I take 'em to the condo, rip 'em all, cut 'em loose | 
| Tell 'em see y’all in the morning ladies I got shit to do | 
| Then it’s back to the money, to the hustle and the griz-ind | 
| If a bitch think she trumps that she’s out her motherfucking miz-zind | 
| Hoes used to laugh, said a nigga look like Re-Run | 
| Now these bitches sweating me on MTV and re-runs | 
| Now them hoes is lucky to get in the club that we run | 
| Now I shine and ball on a bitch, neon neon | 
| She play her husband like a peon just to get peed on | 
| Tell my patna Sleepy, can’t believe the shit that we on | 
| Cold hearted macks for the stacks we pumpin' freon | 
| Space age pimpin' with that above and beyond | 
| Pimpin' like a young 8Ball or MJG son | 
| Pimpin' harder, riding a foreign, not no Nissan | 
| Ride in black and white Benz, look like a penguin | 
| New woman wit' me flew in from Cali but she from England | 
| She model, pretty, long black hair, and do some singin' | 
| She better than whoever but never had a hit record | 
| She wanna get together and get married forever | 
| I thought about Kelis and said no bitch I’m 'bout my cheddar |