All Birds Lyrics - Rick Ross

Walk with a rel nigga 

Self-made millionaire 

What more could you ask for, huh? 

I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati 

I'm a John Gotti, got my own army 

Worth fifty million and it's all on me 

Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony 

Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot 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 CDs gold but the Visa darker 

Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars 

Double-M G this little thing of ours 

Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea 

Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep 

Home-cooked meals for the real niggas 

Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas 

Want to 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 

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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'mma ball first 

Anything you need know I get it cheap 

My nigga Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep 

Cars European come and see the fleet 

We're commercial; come and see us if you need the street 

I'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank 

Sierra Leone all up in the link 

'Bout to double up, some 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 door 

Hundred round drum sound like round of applause 

Slicker than a can of grease 

Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece 

Coke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure now 

Coke damn near same price as dope now 

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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'mma ball first 

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'mma ball first