Why lyrics

[Chorus]
Fresh, rollin in my caddy n*gga, got my smith and wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, f*cking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sitting all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby

[Verse 1: Birdman]
I feel it, feeling how I gotta feel
I'm so high, I got the hard knock from the feel
For real n*gga, ride around with the still
That's how I live, nothing changed, how I bill
How I was built, the life of s struggler
Got the game n*gga, so the money was that hustle
I see moms want new shoes
Moms gotta give everything she want to

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Don't make me a villain, is it aching as sinning
Bathing naked in the winter
Tryina taste me a million
Me and bird had a vision, tryina stay out of prison
Gun charge, I don't bug, gotta make a decision
Flooded the audemar, I bought another car
I had to celebrate, blew a hunned large
I'm looking at a yacht, they wishing it was stuck
When I was at the bottom, staring at the top
It was easy then, they didn't see me then
Now they see me selling dvd's for these dividends
The bricks built wallstreet, looking for that H, I'm straight
Just call me the boss
[Chorus]
Fresh, rollin in my caddy n*gga, got my smith and wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, f*cking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sitting all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby

[Verse 3: Birdman]
n*gga I'm in the caddie out the hela chopper
2 choppers n*gga and it won't stop us
I hear em popping off at the mouth
But money, money pops at the mouth
We keep the work in the trash can
Keep the garbage bag full with the cash man
Keep the tool n*gga just to rule
5 star g break em down n*gga don't do
And stay up like a high jet
So high, so high n*gga, what's next
So we're feeling when we come down
sh*t down n*gga represent uptown
Uptown flashing my sh*t, red bandana for the dead and another clip
Split n*gga never change that, hunned stacks in the cash bag n*gga like that
Duffle bag full, come through n*gga
b*tches know the game so they want too n*gga
Floss my sh*t n*gga clip another b*tch
Up in the morning n*gga hustle for the licks
[Chorus]
Fresh, rollin in my caddy n*gga, got my smith and wess
Feeling so nice, bubbly so right
Burning on the kush, do it all night
Money is a must, f*cking with them hoes
Duffle bag full, platinum rock gold
Got to get the full, got to get the dough
Sitting all high, riding on the low
Get money, baby