I Got Them (feat Lil Wayne & Baby)

Already, kno what I'm sayin This Birdman and this how it's goin down That little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed the nigga stamped approval ya feel me and the Jr' I see like, niggaz it must be They got us fucked up They got us fucked up They got us fucked up We been movin birds bitch They got us fucked up They got ya fucked up Then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit I Got 'Em I got what they lookin fo Keep what they lookin fo All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I'm da dopeman, dopeman I Got Em' Money to be made Best believe a nigga clockin I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch her 10 g's tell the bitch to go shopping She buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper See niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollas Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points We ova here hustlin, we ova here grindin You rap about money and a nigga might sign ya Rap about me and a nigga might find ya Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya Dope game bitch let his mama worry bout him You can holla at me for a fee But I Got Em' Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit I Got 'Em I got what they lookin fo Keep what they lookin fo All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman... I'm da dopeman, dopeman I Got Em' I met the Birdman with the bird layin Got a twenty piece Brought 'em back to North Memphis Charged twenty two a piece Now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender Low key in a rental wit dem thangs in da fender See I full time grind January to December Put that snow in da Summer got it lookin like da Winter I'm goin back to Cali I gotta get that light green Mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10 on my way to Memphis I gotta get my hands in 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10 on my way to Memphis I gotta get my hands in 18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10 on my way to Memphis I gotta get my hands in I come from da North where gangstas gon grind Bitch niggas gon whine and hustlas gon shine I come from da North where gangstas gon grind Bitch niggas gon whine and hustlas gon shine I come from da North where gangstas gon grind Bitch niggas gon whine and hustlas gon shine Everybody say they trappin but most of these niggas lyin I told Slim, told Stunna I'm waitin for my time Either robbin or poppin, click clack I shot 'em Chooper bullets buryin, brrrrr I Got 'Em Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit I Got 'Em I got what they lookin fo Keep what they lookin fo All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I'm da dopeman, dopeman I Got Em' Back where I started, on my set in black Hop out da passenger side of my 'Lac Under my nuts was two ounces of crack But in my palm I had dat chromed out Mac Shinin on them bitches, cuz nigga I'm bot that Flip a quarter bird then score a whole sack Shinin on them bitches, cuz nigga I'm bot that Flip a quarter bird then score a whole sack Shinin on them bitches, cuz nigga I'm bot that Flip a quarter bird then score a whole sack Pull up in the club in a old school 'Lac With a bitch ridin fly so high you love that It's grind time, nigga been about that We flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs We livin large with the garbitch back flats Want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack And ridin fly, 25's on the back Plushed out nigga keep a few stacks Out the hood, bout money that's that If you ever cross the line, best believe you gettin gat Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit Quarters and Halves Chickens, Chickens, and bricks Bundles, Bundles of dope And Ounces, Ounces and shit I Got 'Em I got what they lookin fo Keep what they lookin fo All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman I'm dadopeman, dopeman I Got Em'