Birdman - Been About Money

Yeah 
Lookin out the window of a heli-chopta over city lights 
Makin` it rain, makin` it snow 
Sunshine.. 

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Been about cash 
been a, been about cash 
been a, been about money 
been about money 
been about cash 
been a-, been about cash 
been a-, been about big money 
b- big money 

(Verse 1) 
Hundred on the stack 
rubbers on the band 
Van full of kush 
Guns in the lamb 
Dumpin` moving fast 
Mo money then I seen 
Louie was the tag, the duffel bag and the jean 
Bald eagle shit 
fly born rich 
filthy with the grind, come from flippin` bricks 
customize shit, foreign fly red bitch 
the leather stay soft 
The head line stitched 
Blowin` out the bound another show some mo money 
Flip another hundred see we do this every summer 
Brand new harley 
keep some extra clips 
keep some extra diamonds 
keep some new whips 
100 

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(Verse 2) 
Bottom of the shit 
Everyday the same story; bull shit ain`t shit so everyday the same story 
More money is the shit 
everyday the same story 
Headline cash money sign (I`m filthy rich bitch!) you know. 
Money is a must 
We did the high life 
Fully loaded `round this bitch just the cash money life 
In broad day light see we do it when we see it 
you can put that on my hood: YM/CMB 
Livin` legend livin` good 
Marble on the wood 
Spendin` how you feel nigga nothin` when your good 
The game on the wood 
them hoes out the hood 
Poppin` (?) and we ridin` cherrywood 

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(Verse 3) 
Master of my piece 
got the time on my watch 
cartier is the piece got the grind on my watch 
Got my mind on my money so we stay up on my grizzy everytime I`m gettin` these hundreds got my youngin` comin` with me 
We push truck, phantom top, everyday, non-stop benz coupe hard top bugatti nigga hard knock 
Heli-chopta`s choppas 
We do it on the sunshine 
Boats and them choppa`s 
we cruisin` on them high ti`s 
Highway money 
Interstate hustlin` 
Back to my city 
great take the birds hummin` (?) 
Hundred dollar nigga 
Hundred thousand cash 
Make another million 
stashed in the dash 
100 

(Chorus) 

Lookin` at the city lights 
Just like that 
250 in my pocket 
Another mil in my bag 
Yeah 
100 
Fuck with`em