Birdman - Fully Loaded lyrics

Yeah pops and the peach
(Believe Dat) That’s what the fuck
I'mma do (flip that shit)
Yea clear my motherfucking save
(yea) , everything, spit that shit m o b, M
O e hunned million here, hunned million here
Hunned million here, hunned million here
A hunned million up there
(a hunned) in a three month run, bitch

Im gotta get it is you with me?
Im gone get it nigga I'mma hit it
Tell me if you with me im gone get it
Nigga I'mma hit it nigga we did split it

Im fully loaded homie im fully loaded homie
Im fully loaded homie
Yea im fully loaded homie
Im fully loaded homie im fully loaded homie
Im fully loaded homie
Yea im fully loaded homie

I gone and get it im in my shit, nigga ready
Go flip a whole clip
Nigga empty these bricks
Get it and go, nigga and wrap it like shit
Bring it to my neck of the woods
We hit licks hustle like all the time
Livin like do or die
We in the streets gettin
Money nigga stayin fly
Jumping outta parachutes
Birds in a Bentley Coupe
We flippin blocks dump the feds
When they come thru
That’s how we did it homie
It ain't no flippin but we dippin
Like, dippin off the dip
When we toastin on em
You know the money is a must
And these hoes don't trust
Uptown souldier nigga played it from the gut
Live mines, split mines, tap
Mines, grind for mines
Take mines nigga let me live
Or let med bitch, before I let
A nigga fuck with my strife, bitch

All the time, Im the one that brought em
On this grind, brought em on this line
Brought them in this time
Showed them a good time, showed them I
Got mines, showed them I make mines
Showed them I'm bout mines off the rip nigga
Bout my shit nigga
Still get this money homie
Flip it and dip, nigga
Stay in these pearly whites
Brand new gucci frames
Fresh as a motherfucker
Bitch watch me do my thang
Hard in a eleven hunned
Do that shit every sommer
One of a kind, 5 Star, and them bees comin
Let them flees go bitches we get mo
Nigga they all know we bout to cash flow