Birds

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd, I got them perks

So many perks

So many colors, they look like nerds

When it comes to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doing numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in here in case you lurkin'

First, she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the ye, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bih, and she squirted

I put some birds on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

Tiger Woods, in his Sunday clothes

I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch

Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch

I'm the eagle street Russell Crowe and

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

And I got birds flying south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boy

I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brr to be a hot boy

I make them birds sing like choir boy

Free as a bird in the clouds, boy

Yeah

I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, birds

I got them birds, I got them birds first

Get 'em at burr, I make 'em brr, brr

All of these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve, yeah, I'm servin' them birds

Ahead of the curve, yeah, I'm about to swerve, flag red as a bird

All of these feathers, damn, all of these treasures, remember to always measure

Always business, yeah, never pleasure, remember always, never

We ain't stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'

Chargin' extra, I got big birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester

Tiger Woods, I got birdies, dog

If it's a drought I snap my fingers, all them birds gon' fall

No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dog

Number thirty-three south to Jersey on, bitch

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

Got them birds flying south, boy

Yeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boy

Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah

I'm too cold to be a hot boy

I'm too brr to be a hot boy

I got more birds than you got clout, boy

Free as a bird in the clouds boy

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd, I got them perks

So many perks

So many colors, they look like nerds

When it comes to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd

I'm doing numbers, bitch, I got birds

I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'

I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant

I got a butler, I got a worker

I got a runner, she got a Birkin

I got my gun in here in case you lurkin'

First, she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted

I gave her too much of the ye, she got nervous

I put my thumb in lil' bih, and she squirted

I put some birds on her waist and her girdle

I put that ho in the air on commercial

I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

Tiger Woods