My Tool lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle money, Motherf*cker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherf*cker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n*gga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n*gga life

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
f*ck, going in a n*gga's cell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mil, f*ck the mirror
Make the money, f*ck who tells
Make the money
Flip the money
n*gga show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus n*gga mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I f*ck her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a n*gga bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft, n*gga do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather
[Chorus: Birdman & Jeezy]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle money, Motherf*cker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherf*cker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n*gga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n*gga life

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Give me my tool
Jizzle got it bad
He ain't no fool
b*tch Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
Call him sh*t bag, b*tch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
f*ck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire sh*t, that sh*t'll gasoline face you
That young n*gga's heartless, he's walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow 'Maro like the Indiana Pacers
Black with the red beam, my Portland Trail blazer
No playin where I'm from, we'll f*cking trail blaze you
Don't love no b*tch
And that's on everything I own
But I swear n*gga love every strap I ever owned
Black head-to-toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster sh*t, I match my floco Porsche
[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle money, Motherf*cker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherf*cker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n*gga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n*gga life

[Verse 3: Bun B]
n*gga this is G sh*t
Straight up out the wards, from out the back of the projects
Where n*ggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), riding so new
On some 2011 sh*t, when I come through
Black paint, black seats
And the black rims, too
Can you see me motherf*cker?
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four bar logo
Smokin' purple kush rolled up
In a damn splif getting high as
Mothaf*cka eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn sh*t
And it's true though
But it ain't like I'm telling you
Something that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your noodle
And leave a n*gga twisted
So what it do, Bro
[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle money, Motherf*cker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherf*cker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike n*gga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and n*gga life
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