Trilla (feat. Rick Ross & Dre)

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J R-ah

Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Pour it on the models, shut up, bitch, swallow

If you can't swallow, shut up, bitch, gargle

Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles

Fresher than a muhfucka, yep, I'm a muhfucka

No, I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her

Can't you tell I'm in love, woman, like no other, woman

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J R-ah

Now, as I recline behind my desk

I ain't got a lotta Nikes, but I got a lotta checks

Got my own shoe brand new on the set

Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet

From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet

I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets

I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet

So I scratched and yes, Junior is the best

So many **** from my hood on they back

So many **** from your hood on they back

That's why we so paid and it be like that

I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a Gat, yeah

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J R-ah

Yeah, only sippin' red champagne

White tee, red hat, red bandana

Uptown, choppers for companions

Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion

Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion

Chopper make music, bitch, start dancing

Stunna man back, so you know the circumstances

And I'm cookin' up Tha Carter 3, no advances

All my cars automated, automatic

No lie, we don't even drive no Aston

Uptown, we packin' and we stackin'

Young money, Cash Money, we the champions

You already know what it is

Stunna man

Genuine, we bounce back like that

We get mils with the mils, baby

The last mob, that's M-O-B, baby, one hunnid

Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J R-ah