[Chorus]
Baby,✦ you gotta✦ know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta✦ do for me and you, and we eatin'✦
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?✦
I'm takin'✦ these chances✦
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers✦ to the judge, if the money✦ don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 2]
Money✦ is the motivation, facing✦ the avenue✦
Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun
Gotta✦ run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr)
Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off
You know me, they call me Birdman✦ Junior✦ (Ah-ah)✦
Anybody murderer if Birdman✦ sponsor it (For sure, nigga,✦ get you, you heard?)
Phantom of the Opera,✦ all black, guap tint, locked✦ in
I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof,✦ leave a nigga✦ with a bullet-roof✦
Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy,✦ they call him bullet-tooth
I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"
There's✦ a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two
If I'm open✦ for the three, I'ma✦ take it in a second✦
Even✦ if there's✦ one second,✦ I'ma✦ make it, it's nothin'✦
I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin'✦
I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby,✦ you gotta✦ know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta✦ do for me and you, and we eatin'✦
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?✦
I'm takin'✦ these chances✦
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers✦ to the judge, if the money✦ don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 3]
I ain't never✦ killed✦ nobody,✦ I promise✦
And I promise✦ if you try me, he gon' have to rewind✦ this track
And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got nina✦ in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter✦ Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'?
Bathing Ape, Yves✦ Saint, Evisu✦ what I stay in
Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba✦
Streets reply✦ I look right in a four-seater✦
You know I be out here right in a four-seater✦
Top floor of the Four Seasons
Four of them whores✦
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only✦ one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up
See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothin',✦ now get your hustle up
[Chorus]
Baby,✦ you gotta✦ know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta✦ do for me and you, and we eatin'✦
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?✦
I'm takin'✦ these chances✦
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers✦ to the judge, if the money✦ don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Baby,✦ you gotta✦ know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta✦ do for me and you, and we eatin'✦
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?✦
I'm takin'✦ these chances✦
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers✦ to the judge, if the money✦ don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
[Outro]
Man, man, this be that hustler✦ music✦
Young Weezy✦ got that motherfuckin'✦ hustler✦ music,✦ y'all
So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all
I'm asking✦ y'all, please, please
Young Weezy✦ got that hustler✦ music✦
Young Weezy✦ got that motherfuckin'✦ hustler✦ music✦
Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't braggin',✦ I ain't boastin',✦ it's the way it go
I ain't braggin',✦ I ain't boastin',✦ it's the way it is
Better✦ guard your kids, guard your face
Better✦ guard your body,✦ we warned✦ the place
We here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money,✦ nigga✦