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