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    (featuring Mannie Fresh & Lac)

    [Intro - Baby] w/ (ad-libs)
    Oh yeah nigga, holla at ya boy! (Oh yeah, holla at ya boy)
    You under smell, number one motherfucka! (Bird-Bezzy, Baby)
    Bird call (brrrrrrrrr)
    Mannie Fresh, laced me wit this beat, you know (Yeah!)
    You under smell it, we got's to get some money baby
    Ma I got to look good
    We got to get this cheese nigga

    [Verse 1 - Baby]
    Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in
    I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind
    Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground
    Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
    Pitch off the mound, that third world clown
    We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound
    It's pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge
    Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown
    So put the whips up nigga, the Bird's in town
    We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
    Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
    Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch

    [Mannie Fresh]
    Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
    Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
    It's "Sex In the City" every time she get wit me
    Wit her - up and down, and up - she pussy whipped
    But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
    Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
    A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
    Valet please could you bring around my Impala

    [Chorus - Mannie Fresh]
    I got to go, and you got to leave
    I'm in the wind baby, pleave believe
    That you won't be coming back
    Get yo hat, yo coat
    And walk on out the do'
    Cause you won't be, coming back

    [Verse 2 - Baby]
    It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
    I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top
    Lace my ride, black wall my tires
    Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
    I worked her ride, I beamed her a line
    She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
    Smoke hydro, we do it all night
    Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life

    Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck
    For what bitch, better catch ya cut
    I'm not a rat's haven, for hoes, I'ma piiiimp
    Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
    I'ma mac'a, break a gear and a game
    Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
    Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range
    Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang - bitch

    [Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)

    [Verse 3 - Baby]
    I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need
    Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T
    Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat
    Kitchen countin loot, I'm in the streets gettin money
    Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I'm wit it
    You never ride accurate, just dance and business
    And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down
    We keep it all hood, cause that's how it's goin out
    Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
    And have a good time, and head to the mall
    I'ma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
    But it's the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks

    [Chorus] w/ (ad-libs)

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