My Jewel Lyrics - Singles - Birdman

Yeah 

Just like that, baby boy 

Brrat 

Y'all understand me 

Bigger than life (crazy) 

Y'all understand me? (yeah) 

The sun do shine 

Believe me (yeah) 

Dolla Dolla (yeah) 

Brrat (yeah) 

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[Hook] (Birdman) 

Give me my tool 

Die for my goons 

Cooked up the food 

Got the ice for the jewels 

Bullshit or hustle, money mothafucka 

Buyin' yo self 

Private jets mothafucka 

Yo, we live a luxury life 

Don P., pearl white 

Harley Davis bike 

Nigga, mansion on sight 

Do the five mikes 

Take the five mikes 

Jam the five mikes 

Five star and nigga life (brrat) 

(Birdman) 

Photos 

Bounce back, rebel 

Fuck, going in a nigga sell 

I'm raising hell doing swell 

Make the mil, fuck the mirror 

Make the money, fuck who tells 

Make the money 

Flip the money 

Nigga show and tell (yeah) 

From the bottom 

Where the roaches at 

Hit the light switch 

Where the roaches scat 

Bounce back, hella choppers 

More stacks, out the back 

To a bus nigga mill stack (yeah) 

So she love me 

So I fuck her right 

From the floor, no ceilings 

What a hella sight 

Harley Davis is a nigga bike 

Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred 

Models every night (yeah) 

Put the suede with the plush leather 

Leather so soft, nigga do it any weather 

Fly in any weather 

Hustle in any weather 

Shine in any weather (brrat) 

[Hook] (Birdman) 

Give me my tool 

Die for my goons 

Cooked up the food 

Got the ice for the jewels 

Bullshit or hustle, money mothafucka 

Buyin' yo self 

Private jets mothafucka 

Yo, we live a luxury life 

Don P., pearl white 

Harley Davis bike 

Nigga, mansion on sight 

Do the five mikes 

Take the five mikes 

Jam the five mikes 

Five star and nigga life (brrat) 

(Bun B) 

Nigga this is G shit 

Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects 

Where niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out 

Like you at the barber 

Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor 

This is my life (life) 

A ghetto dream come true 

Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new 

On some 2011 shit, when I come through 

Black paint, black seats 

And the black rims, too 

Can you see me mothafucka 

I'm creeping on the low though 

In the big-body four-door 

With the four bar logo 

Smokin' purple kush rolled up 

In a damn splif getting high as 

mothafucka eagle dare drift 

Ain't that some damn shit 

And it's true though 

But it ain't like I'm telling you 

Something that you ain't knew though 

So don't get it twisted like a noodle 

I'll put one in your noodle 

And leave a nigga twisted 

So what it do, Bro 

[Hook] (Birdman) 

Give me my tool 

Die for my goons 

Cooked up the food 

Got the ice for the jewels 

Bullshit or hustle, money mothafucka 

Buyin' yo self 

Private jets mothafucka 

See, we live a luxury life 

Don P., pearl white 

Harley Davis bike 

Nigga, mansion on sight 

Do the five mikes 

Take the five mikes 

Jam the five mikes 

Five star and nigga life (brrat) 

(Young Jeezy) 

Give me my tool 

Jizzle got it bad 

He ain't no fool 

Bitch Jizzle 'bout his bag 

2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags 

Stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah) 

Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper 

Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser 

Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you 

Smoke that fire shit, that shit'll gasoline face you 

Cause young nigga heartless, he walkin' with a pacer 

Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana placer 

Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer 

No playin where I'm from, we'll fucking trail blaze you 

Don't love no bitch 

And that's on everything I own 

But I swear nigga love every strap I ever owned 

Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster 

Straight gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche 

[Hook] (Birdman) 

Give me my tool 

Die for my goons 

Cooked up the food 

Got the ice for the jewels 

Bullshit or hustle, money mothafucka 

Buyin' yo self 

Private jets mothafucka 

Yo, we live a luxury life 

Don P., pearl white 

Harley Davis bike 

Nigga, mansion on sight 

Do the five mikes 

Take the five mikes 

Jam the five mikes 

Five star and nigga life (brrat) 

Yeah, I see you Brad 

Yeah, OG 

Believe That 

Pay attention man 

010, yeah, every summer we shine