I Got Them lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Birdman]
Already, know what I'm sayin
This Birdman and this is how its goin down
The lil' young'n, Yo Gotti I certified the n*gga
Stamped to approve you feel me and the J.R
I see like n*ggas must be..
They got us f*cked up, they got us f*cked up
They got us f*cked up, we been movin birds b*tch
They got us f*cked up, they got ya f*cked up
They get ya f*cked up, we been movin birds b*tch (yeah)

[Hook: Birdman, Yo Gotti]
Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks
Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and sh*t
Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks
Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and sh*t (I got em)
Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for
All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for
I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
I got em'

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Alright, yeah
Money to be made, best believe a n*gga got it
I run it myself, like a quarter back option
I pitch ya ten g's, tell a b*tch to go shoppin
She buys ha' self some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
See n*gga try to cook it, but know I dont play sucker
I'm all about my cake, I'm tryin to marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way, you know my whip game proper
Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars
Now I will shoot dice, smokin on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin, we over here grindin
We rap about money, and a n*gga might sign ya
Rap about me, and a n*gga might find ya
Banana in ya ass, its what you hear right behind ya
Dope game b*tch, let his momma where I bought em
You can holla at me, a feat
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Another bird man with the bird land got a twenty piece
Gotti know charge to Memphis twenty-two a piece
Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a blender
Low key and a rental with them things in the fenders
Yeah I'm goin ten grand, January to December
But theres no winter, summer, Gotti lookin like a winner
I'm goin back to Cali', I got to get the light green
Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees
Eighteen wheeler, now I'm on I-10
On my way to Memphis, I got to get my hands in
I come from the north where gangstas gon' grind
b*tch n*ggas gon' whine, and hustlas gon' shine
Everybody say they trappin'
But most of these n*ggas lying
I told Slim, I told Stunna, I'm waiting for my time
You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot em
Chopper bullets burn, I GOT EM

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yeah, yeah
Back where I started on my set and black
Hopped out the passenger side of my back
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack
But in my palm I had that chromed out Mac
Shinin on them b*tches cause n*gga I'm 'bout that
Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack
Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac
With a b*tch ridin fly, so how you love that
Its grind time n*gga been about that
We flippin birds, let them hoes go to Saks
We livin large with the garbage bag fat
Want the money and the power, real n*ggas gon' stack
And ride fly, twenty-fives on the back
Plushed out n*gga, keep a few stacks
Out the hood, bout money and that's that
And if you ever cross the line, best believe you get waxed
[Hook]

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah ya understand me n*gga
We the motherf*ckin stunnas n*gga
Young Money, Cash Money n*gga
Yo Gotti what it do stunna n*gga
Feel me thats how its goin down
We puttin it down
Money, money, money
Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me
Thats how its goin down n*gga, yeah
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