This is absurd, I got the purse Sell me the purse, sell me the Cutlass They look like nerds when it come to numbers Bitch, I´m a nerd, I´m doin´ numbers Bitch, I got birds, I got ´em hummin´ I got ´em twerkin´, I got ´em jumpin´ I got a seven, I got a bundle I got a worker, I got a runner She got a Birkin, I got my gun in it in case you lurkin´ First, she didn´t fuck with Cocaine, she converted I gave her too much of the Yay, she got nervous I put my thumb in lil´ bitch and she squirted I put some beads on her waist and her girdle I put that ho in the air on commercial I sent her all the way down to the Turks
Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes I said, "Whole birds, I don´t do wings, this ain´t Buffalo, bitch" Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch I´m the Eagle Street, rest in ???
I´m too cold to be a hot boy And, I got birds flyin´ south, boy Yeah, I´m not bird to be a hot boy I got them birds by the flock, boy Yeah, I´m too cold to be a hot boy I´m not bird to be a hot boy I make them birds sing like "Quack", boy Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
I got them birds, birds I got them birds, birds I got them birds I got them birds, furs Get ´em in Burb´, I made ´em Prr, prr All these girls, damn, I´m ´bout to serve Yeah, I´m servin´ them birds ahead of the curb Yeah, I´m ´bout to swerve fast, the regulars burn All of these feathers, damn All these treasures, remember to always measure Always business, yeah, never pleasure Remember, always, never Wings stretchin´, yeah Both directions, yeah Always flexin´, charge him extra I got Big Birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester, dawg Tiger Woods, I got birdies dawg
If it´s a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gone fall No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin´ bird shit, dawg Number thirty-three, sell the jersey, bitch
I´m too cold to be a hot boy Got birds flyin´ south, boy Yeah, I´m too bird to be a hot boy Got them birds by the flock, boy Yeah, I´m too cold to be a hot boy I´m too bird to be a hot boy I got more birds than you got clout, boy Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
I got them birds, sell me them birds This is absurd, I got the purse
Sell me the purse, sell me the Cutlass They look like nerds when it come to numbers Bitch, I´m a nerd, I´m doin´ numbers Bitch, I got birds, I got ´em hummin´ I got ´em twerkin´, I got ´em jumpin´ I got a seven, I got a bundle I got a worker, I got a runner She got a Birkin, I got my gun in it in case you lurkin´ First, she didn´t fuck with Cocaine, she converted I gave her too much of the Yay, she got nervous I put my thumb in lil´ bitch and she squirted I put some beads on her waist and her girdle I put that ho in the air on commercial I sent her all the way down to the Turks