All Birds Lyrics

(Intro - Rick Ross)
Walk with a real nigga
Self made millionaire
What more could you ask for?

(Rick Ross)
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti got my own army
Worth 50 million and it's all on me
50 on my Rolly knowing yours phony
Last problem I had a nigga headshot him
Say the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all don't need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul I got a sleeping problem
All my CD's gold but the Visa's darker
Bastard child but I got fleet of cars
Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door motherfucker plea
Niggas laying on your crib while your momma sleep
Home cooked meals for the real niggas
Hot tech 9 for you little niggas
Wanna shoplift come and boost this
We run the fucking game nigga truth is
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking bout birds you know the boy got em
(Hook)Rick Ross - All Birds - http://motolyrics.com/rick-ross/all-birds-lyrics.html
No clothes in the closet it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk man it's all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma ball first

(French Montana)
Anything you need you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay making millions while he getting sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
Went commercial come and see us if you need the street
I'ma bring it home nigga bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the link
Bout to double up, Mason Betha shit
Huddle up round table King Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat she can't stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the phantom doors
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker than a can of grease
Paid the state and the ice a hundred grand a piece
Coke boy I be 30 for a show now
Coke damn near same price as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk man it's all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma ball first