T-Pain, Birdman - Speech lyrics

Yo! Young Fyre
Over the guts let's go in brah
Yo

Suicide doors, naw that was last year
Got suicide hoes butt naked under my cashmere
Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear
Two-wheel drive on these niggas, Cavalier
Wait till I crank it up
Wait till I spazz hard
Then ain't nobody gonn' accept
You like a MasterCard
Now ain't that bizarre
You say you from the hood
But nobody believe you so you try
To pull the bastard card
Naw that shit don't work in this society
The game got potential but
It's lacking the variety
Fans getting bored they don't
Even wanna buy CD's
Nigglas ain't selling so they
Blaming it on piracy
Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats
UFC submission hole I get em off me
The niggas in Tallahassee saying I'm off Glee
But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze

Yeah, Birdman, you already know
You understand me? YMCMB all day everyday
All we do is get money like we do it
Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no
Sleep when we do this shit
Ain't no care about sleeping
Ain't no clubbing cause we bring
That to the studio ya understand me?
Just manifesting this game
Getting more money than niggas ever been

Pennies for my thoughts, dollars for my words
Hundred for the hook, one fifty for the verse
Cause bitch I got kids and
They want Louis Vutton shit
And the Gucci wallet to carry crayons in
So discounts is a thing of the past
So is CEOs tryna put a thing on my ass
These record labels mad cause they
Know they can't get me
Cause I don't do threesomes
You can't fuck with me
Nappy Boy ooh wee that's the trademark
And this year I just plan
On pulling my face card
Niggas concentrating on keeping
They face hard but I'm a fuck around and
Take away they face guard
Until then I'm a keep delivering hit's out
And keep on playing stupid till
Niggas figure my shit out
I can't speak on the bus but
When the word finally get out
I'll fill a swimming pool with the
Soda niggas a spit out

Ya understand me, lots full of whips
Bottles and bitches
Ya understand me pocket full of money
Ya understand me G4's and hoes
Nigga this how we living
Out on the grind all
Day every muthafuckin' day
We hang out the helicopter
Doin' fly-by's niggas
Ya understand me over the pacific
Ya understand me big money see we don't stop
Pain let's get it baby
YMCMB all muthafuckin' day

Last but not least I'm too
Cold to have hot rhymes
Jamaican bitches in my room
Doing the hot wine winning at all cost
Even if my niggas hit your Beanie
Man with this Lady Sawed off
Ha ha, feel the rhythm of the beat bitch
Nappy Boy, the new Miami Heat bitch
Young Frizzle
He done turned on the heat switch
Walk up out of the mansion right
Up on to the beach, beeatch
Ye ain't never seen another Pain
32 cars you niggas stay in the other lane
Steve Jobs on these broke niggas
Take a good hard look
At the motherfucking boat, nigga!
Shit, the rap game being burglarized
Check my certificate you can
See that I'm certified
So they won't see it coming
When the track hit em
And then I dipped twice baptism

Nigga that's what's happening moula crazy
Yeah, blow, blow!