Murcielago (Doors Go Up)

Birdman, what up?

Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get this money

Fuck these niggas

And you know what I said

I said, fuck ‘em

Dj khaled

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up

But, when the money gone you know all the hoes turn down

And I pray to god he dont let my soul burn up

Porsche and a nigga, I was born with it

Heart cold, but my soul warm in it

Glock 48, I go to war with it

Steady, ain’t judah, with a foreign, with a switch

And I go to tour with it

If I see it, then you know I'm gon get it

Yeah nigga, for the love of that paper

I got hoes sipping, nigga, six in the morning with it

I’d die for this cream, die for my dreams

As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring

With my back to the road

Hear the crowd as they scream

But I come out on top like mohamed ali, uh

These hoes fuck so good

Now lil nigga get money now

Same bitches laughing at me I was dead broke

Can’t hear… I’m funny now!

Brand new rolls royce in the summer now

Big boy need coach when they come around

And they wanna put it all on my soul

Head shot for a hater now simmer down

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up

But, when the money gone you know all the hoes turn down

And I pray to god he dont let my soul burn up

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up

But, when the money gone you know all the hoes turn down

And I pray to god he dont let my soul burn up

Eight million dollars on a brand new land

Suicide like they always don’t jam

Mount on top, nigga, high as the fame

Filthy rich, nigg, doing my thing

Pop off, we had to pop that spot

Jewels flying, nigga, we’re so hot

Yachts, condos, living their life

I’ll do it again and I’ll pay that twice

Murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up

Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out

And I pray god, he won’t let my soul burn up

Murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up

And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out

And I pray god, he won’t let my soul burn up