Why

Birdman:

Something so fresh

Rollin in my caddy nigga, got my smith and wess

Feeling so nice, bubbly so right

Burning on the kush, do it all night

Money is a must, fucking with them hoes

Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold

Got to get the full, got to get the dough

Sittin' all high, riding on the low

Get money, baby

Birdman:

I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel

I’m so high, I got the hard knock from the feel

For real nigga, ride around with the steel

That’s how I live, nothing changed, how I bill

How I was built, the life of a struggler

Got the game nigga, so the money was that hustle

I see moms want new shoes

Moms gotta give everything she want to

Rick Ross:

Don’t make me a villain, is an athiests sinning

Bathing Ape in the winter

Tryina taste me a million

Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison

Gun charge, I don’t bug, gotta make a decision

Flooded the Audemar, I bought another car

I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large

I’m looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck

When I was at the bottom, staring at the top

It was easy then, they didn’t see me then

Now they see me selling dvd’s for these dividends

The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I’m straight

Just call me the boss

Birdman:

Nigga I’m in the Caddie out the hela chopper

Two choppers nigga and it won’t stop us

I hear em poppin' off at the mouth

But money, money pops at the mouth

We keep the work in the trash can

Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man

Keep the tool nigga just to rule

5 star G break em down nigga don’t do

And stay up like a high jet

So high, so high nigga, what’s next?

So we’re feeling when we come down

Shit down nigga represent uptown

Uptown flashing my shit

Red bandana for the dead and another clip

Split nigga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag nigga like that

Duffle bag full, come through nigga

Bitches know the game so they want too nigga

Floss my shit nigga clip another bitch

Up in the morning nigga hustle for the licks