Baby I Got To Lyrics

I Got To Lyrics

feat. Lil Wayne 
[Lil Wayne]
Bit*h look up in the sky it's the bird f**king man
Junior daddy û shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm hustling û look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it ôRide fly, 20 birds on that thangö
I say shout it ôRide high dro burn my brainö
Gotta let a boy û I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song - if you wanna sing say ôBlingö
And if you ever see my pa say ôKingö
And if you ever see his son say ôWeezy baby!ö
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose û I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

[Chorus]
Know why I stay so f**king fly?
Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga

Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop æcris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry æbout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga

[Baby]
It's the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
Its me and Jr. that's so so fly
f**k them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine û alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather û pockets full of cheddar
 
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out û I puts it together
Tell you how I do it û I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching sh*t and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down bit*h û bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather

[Chorus]

[Baby]
She was a raggedy bit*h, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird sh*t on a bit*h
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bit*h
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just sh*t on a bit*h
See your fly now mami û used to be a dirty bit*h
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami û you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big as* house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bit*h to stay fly

[Chorus 1x fades to talking]