Baby - Fly AwayLyrics

Hey Whats up pimp? Birdman motha fucker! The financial adviser of this get money game It's stunna the big money man So loosen up your strings cause you can get shot The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks) Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money No baseball player I got the a-ride money I go to Jamaica homie and ball like a dog (ball like a dog) The leaf that sticky homie and fog up the car (fog up the car) It's nothing to the icky, icky Harlem world, sticky sticky Fifty fifty a gram raw cut dilly Got minks on my body cause it cost too much (cost too much) Two hundred fifty on the bird had to frost me up See these gangstas pimps and thugs make the world go round (gangstas, pimps and thugs) Ride for uptown and till they lay you down Birdman with them big chips with the bird lady and the Benzes (Benzes) [Chorus] It's the fly away Fly fly away Or you can hit the highway That's the only way that we do it Love when we do it Fly away, fly away Fly away, fly away 'Cause we gon' get you high today I know you want to see how we do it You know how we do it Fly away, fly away So get your stock up nigga Get our brains rapped right The hood fucked up cause the nigga changed like The Birdman daddy keeps the bricks taped tight A hundred of them things got my chips same night Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires Ice all over cause a nigga so fly (so fly) ? and I'm doing what I'm doing If them clubs gone pop I'm getting straight to em Nothing on chain put them dubs on the things Wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains (wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains) Call a nigga changed ma wash a nigga range Bird baby down with them Cartier frames Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name Make winter weather and that's my thing I'm iced up nigga smoke pounds of dro And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe biatch! [Chorus] It's the world wide callin' and the boss of the ballin' The hood rich nigga money tall as all The youngers of twenty cheerin' and nobody starvin' Nobody borrowin' 'cause nobody starvin' Ey ey TQueezy! the dro man callin' Get it in the jar Jeff Pense is callin' Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth 'Cause ya know how it's going down Dro party with the magnolia chicks Smoke just fly nobody givin' lips They all on the floor cause the brains is flying On the outside it's just them twenty inch tires Bentley, lexus, lams & vets Them ragtop Guccis with the Smitt n Wess Got the old school Caddie's and them new school too Platinum mouth niggas and them gold mouth too biatch! [Chorus:] [voice] The Birdman bitch Coming to a city near you Now how you love that nigga Now I know what this is You know what you need to do? You need to look on the back of your CD cover And get that sticker for the mom Burberry G-nites You want to come pick them up? Come pick them up on six and Magnolia And holla at ya boy see-ya? You understand? And we gon holla at ya another time Holla! biatch!