- Born Stunna (Explicit Version) 歌詞 Rick Ross Birdman
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- Rick Ross Birdman
- Born stunna
I'm a born stunna
Huh born stunna
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
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'
Born stuntin', rep huntin'
Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers
Ran numbers, head huntin'
Hit the mall with my bitch 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
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, shes 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
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy bi*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
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, shes 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
Cash money, hundred stacks
Been grindin' since the 90s 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*gg* on the battle field
Maybach relaxin' on them cop heels
Candy coated, a Harley Davis
Stuntin' on them n*gg*s like the old Baby
Bad bitch, matchin' Gucci bikes
My son lit, we live a high life
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, shes 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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