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Birdman - Money To Blow lyrics
Richer than the richest
 More money, bitches
 Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas
 So what do you do, young lady? One hundred
I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
 Spillin' while I'm sippin', I encourage you to try it
 I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
 The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
 Guess what? I made it, I'm the mutha fuckin' man, I just want you to see
 Come take a look, get a load of this, nigga, quit frontin' on me
 Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like runnin' on E
I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow
 On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Roofio
 Damn, where my roof just go, I'm somebody that you should know
 Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
 Like leavin' girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
 I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go?
 Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl
 I got em
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
 Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
 I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall
 All over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
 (Cash money millionaire, yo, yo)
 Got money to blow
Richer than the richest
 We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business
 Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird
 Hit the Gucci store and later get served
We smoked out with no roof on itBirdman - Money To Blow - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/money-to-blow-lyrics.html
 Them people passin', so we smash 'em
 Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck
 Lamborghinis and the Bentleys on the V Set
Louie lens iced up with the black diamonds
 Car of the year, Ferrari, the new Spider
 No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
 Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
 Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in
 Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up
 Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em up
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
 Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
 I'm gettin' it in
 Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
When I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
 Come to VIP and get a champagne shower
 I don't have to worry because everything ours
 And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers
That kush, I promise that's my doobie
 We don't smoke that Reggie Bush
 And I'm with two women, make you take a second look
 We poppin' like champagne bottles, but we never shook
 And we goin' be alright if we put Drake on every hook
They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em
 Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow
 I'm gettin' it in
 Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh I got, uh uh, I got money to blow oh oh, oh
 Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
 Got money to blow














