| If them birds could talk
|
| If them birds could talk
|
| If them birds could talk
|
| If them birds could talk
|
| I got a call from my nigga, he say them pigeons is in
|
| I’m on my way, say no more, hey matter fact hold me ten
|
| Hopped in my lowkey Grand Prix, hey I ain’t blinking, I’m focused
|
| Had an adrenaline rush, I can envision them potions
|
| Look like a scene off of blow, some shit from behind the scenes
|
| Shit gone make channel five, cover of magazine
|
| Got the front yard looking like a dealership
|
| Like a Gallardo, came with the membership
|
| Million dollar house and not a couch in sight
|
| Must’ve seen 100 units, not an ounce in sight
|
| If you think that’s motivation, let me give you more
|
| Millions stacked up like an air mattress, they must sleep on the floor
|
| We on top of the world, feel like nothing can stop us
|
| Type shit that had DEA across the street with binoculars
|
| It’s so much blow in this bitch, you’ll catch a contact from breathing
|
| So much paper in this bitch, you’ll think that these niggas reading
|
| They got that Pac on blast, duffel bags on bags
|
| It’s like those Nextels keep chirping, you got to see this in person
|
| Ain’t got a lot of your homes, niggas on satellite phones
|
| Now who the fuck do you know that turn the satellite on
|
| I’m talking shit with the drums, it’s like the clip got extensions
|
| So many blunts in the air, look like a swisher convention
|
| If that ain’t motivation well let me give you some more
|
| Paper stacked like air mattress, they all must sleep on the floor |