Born Stunna (feat. Rick Ross)

Born stunna

I'm a born stunna

Huh, born stunna

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama

Born stunna, she's a born stunna

Mercedes Coup for the misses if she's a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred coming

Born stuntin', rap huntin'

Flock a hundred of them things

For them cheat numbers

Ride numbers, head huntin'

Hit the mall with my bitch and blow another hunnid

Red flaggin', poppin' red bottles

I'm talking big faces, money, and the power

Sway lining with my name in it

Birdman, bitch, and I've been getting it

Yeah, so my baby want a new whip

Pearl white, stay fresh on that new shit

You dig? Born hustling on that money shit

Ya feel, blowing mills, big jewels, bitch

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama

Born stunna, she's a born stunna

Mercedes Coup for the misses if she's a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred coming

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Yeah, a lot, a lot of money bags

The money in the garbage can

Strapped up tight with a hundred bags

Money filthy, bitch, we in the money lair

See, we shining like the money can

Since the money came, bitch, we doing the money thang

Yeah, YMCMG

Load a jet been a hustler since I hit the streets

Took two-fifty on the new piece

New condo, twenty thousand square feet

Ballin', uptown suicide

Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' fine

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama

Born stunna, she's a born stunna

Mercedes Coup for the misses if she's a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred coming

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Cash money, money stacks

Been grinding since the lineage with that cromag

Fifty whip sitting right in front of that

Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks

G5'in with them chandeliers

Checker floors, tattoo tears

Uptown **** on the battle field

Maybach relaxing on them crop heels

Candy coated, a Harley Davis

Stunting on them **** like the old baby

Bad bitch, matching Gucci bikes

My sun lit, we live a high life

Born stunna, born stunna

Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer

Born stunna, born stunna

I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama

Born stunna, she's a born stunna

Mercedes Coup for the misses if she's a born stunna

Born stunna, born stunna

Stack a hundred mill and another hundred coming

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags