BIRDS GOLD ft. Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Yo, I walk through the streets like The grand wizard of poetry, and your Boy got that bling

So nigga just know it's me, Jodeci, Frickin' em, pick locks like Shakin' em, move with

A squad, dust blunts with teeth in em, Gucci trenchcoats, military Velour suits, cold filtered

Through a machine, it made raw Suit, not talkin' Raisin Bran, when He took two scoops, one

Sniffer turned him to a dog like Big Snoop, a smooth operator, code Word nine-11, code word

FedEx, cause I'm sendin' em straight To heaven, Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Stalker Dawn, standin

On Onyx, a gold bird in the octagon, Banquets, rakin' in the cream on Telerockathons, wedding

Day, get married on me, and I'll pop Your arm, pop your popper, claps is Popular, set

You blocks long, who shot ya, is What I scream when Big Poppa's on, Young nigga, romancin

With the bag, or I wear hoes in my Shoes, you niggas used to laugh, but Money got hefty

Baby, no garbage bag, I put you First, how the fuck I even ended up Last, most niggas

Stuck in time, late livin' in the past, Revenue for certain, Mimopee, Collect cash, laughin

At you weird niggas, wishin' that I Do bad, Papa watchin' me nigga, You better get your

Own bag, one thing for sure, two for Certain, it's my way, watch me surf It, the ghetto

Crazy, hopeless and hurtin, at least I Gave niggas, somethin' to work With, big body

Range on the highway, move Perfectly, the gears, her pussy too Wet, it drops hairs

I shoulda been an onion, pillow Flow, see the layers, every time I'm In the kitchen

I leave her sad, most rappers know, They just act unaware, countin' up The money, while

I watch the jealous shit, I see the Stress in her face, so I flew her for a Facelift

Why I'm fin' we run it up, and we Don't save shit, niggas mad at me Because, I ain't choose

Basic, fuck em' all, fuck em' all, Motherfuck em' all, I'm still on the Court, jersey clean

Watch how I ball, fourth quarter, Five seconds, buzzer be the bet I Score, had to make the

Game open up like suicide doors, Like a bitch, so I made that ho, get On all fours, the fans

Want it more, I'm back on call, kick In the door, while you whippin' the Roll, it's the

Motherfuckin' piffy boys, need I say More, like, niggas need I say more, Like, niggas

Need I say more