Birdman - Look Like A Job 4...

Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
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Looks Like A Job 4...
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for 

[Baby in the backround of chorus] 
Oh yeah! 
Oh yeah! 
Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga 
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga 
Tryin to get this money 
You know real real high, real real high 
We tryin to stack it biatch 
Bird call motherfucker! 

[Chorus] 
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for 
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for 
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for 
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for 

[Verse 1] 
Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius 
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH! 
Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick 
24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever 
It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH! 
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit 
Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model 
Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me 
That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth 
But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh 
Get outta line watch me bust my 2 
I ran out the house and I ran in the building 
Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 
I'm the bird of the nest 
The shark of the sea 
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat 
Nobody move me cause I be who I be 
The Uptown rider, the home CMB 
I get what I want when I want I could have it 
Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average 
Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius 
Birdlady in that brand new Caddy 
I'm a boss nigga 
Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga 
Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga 
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you 
I stand my grounds, be a man homie 
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No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang 
"Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man 
Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks 
Live this life like you don't give a fuck nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner 
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies 
That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets 
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets 
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats 
And whether thats snow or white mink on me 
See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars 
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better 
With the wide D-lips with the custom leather 
And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever 
See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal 
Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater 
But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game 
Birds got to have it with my birdy change 
But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes 
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman 

[Chorus 3X] 

[Baby in the backround of chorus] 
Oh yeah! 
Oh yeah, you understand? 
Birdman baby 
Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird 
You understand nigga? 
Flip one, sell one, roll one baby 
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch 
I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too 
18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga 
You understand this biatch? 
Get rid of it little daddy 
You understand? 
Birdman motherfucker! 
You know, you gots to hate me nigga 
Bird call bitch 
Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga! 
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga! 
Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga! 
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