Born Stunna lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Huh born stunna

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Born stuntin’, rep huntin’
Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers
Ran numbers, head huntin’
Hit the mall with my b*tch and blow another hunnit
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Suede linin’, with my name in it
Birdman, b*tch and I’ve been gettin' it
Yea, so my baby want a new whip
Pearl white, stay fresh on that new sh*t
You dig? born hustlin’ on that money sh*t
Ya feel? blowin’ mills, big jewels b*tch
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she's born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy b*tch, we in the money lair
See, we shinin’ like the money can
Since the money came, b*tch we doing the money dance
Yea, Y-M-C-M-G
Lauder jet, been a hustler since I hit the streets
Took 250 on the new piece
New condo, 20,000 square feet
Ballin’, uptown suicide
Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ five
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she's born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Cash money, hundred stacks
Been grindin’ since the 90's with that chrome mac
Fifty whip sittin’ right in front of that
Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks
G5’in with them chandeliers
Checker floors, tattoo tears
Uptown n*gga on the battle field
Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels
Candy coated, a Harley Davis
Stuntin’ on them n*ggas like the old Baby
Bad b*tch, matchin’ Gucci bikes
My son lit, we live a high life
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she's born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
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