Birdman & Lil Wayne – Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version) Lyrics

Birdman & Lil Wayne – Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version) Lyrics
Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version)
Birdman & Lil Wayne
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    "Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Street Version)." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

    Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)
    Track No: 03
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 100
    What I'm doin? Gettin' money
    What we doin'? Gettin' money
    What they doin'? Hatin' on us
    But they never cross
    Cash Money still the company
    And, bitch, I'm the boss
    And I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    I'm the young stunner
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Yeah, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
    Can't see you lil' ****, the money in the way
    And I'm, I'm sittin' high, a gangster ride blazin'
    If you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit
    I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
    No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on the cake, shit
    Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play
    Then I'ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate, aye
    Pick 'em up, fuck him, let 'em lay
    Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body every day
    That's Uptown, throw a stack at 'em
    Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em
    Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict
    And she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it
    Yeah, I grab my keys, ho, I gotta go
    Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle Locs
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    What I'm doin? Gettin' money
    What we doin'? Gettin' money
    What they doin'? Hatin' on us
    But they never cross
    Cash Money still the company
    And, bitch, I'm the boss
    And I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    I'm the young stunner
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Shawty, 98s, forty-five paper plates
    Tint the whole thing, big money, heavyweight
    A hundred stacks, spent fifty on a Caddy
    Twenty-five on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back
    Matchin' grills, big houses on the hills
    Got them hoes in the kitchen all cookin', payin' bills
    I start to holler, dollar after dollar
    Flippin' chickens, gettin' tickets, want the money and the power
    Born stuntin', Uptown hunter
    Third Ward G, ****, been about money
    Ice chunky, Birdman, Red Monkeys
    White tees, on them chromed out 1100s
    You know we shine every summer
    We grind every summer
    And this is how we spend money
    You see them Bentleys and them Lambs
    Them ounces and them grams
    Bitch, we was born hustlin'
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    What I'm doin? Gettin' money
    What we doin'? Gettin' money
    What they doin'? Hatin' on us
    But they never cross
    Cash Money still the company
    And, bitch, I'm the boss
    And I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    I'm the young stunner
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Yeah, when I was sixteen, I bought my first Mercedes Benz
    I must've fucked a thousand bitches and her girlfriends
    White leather, hot new pair of rims
    Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin
    Big work, we don't need a scale, man
    Big papers, say good mornin' to the mailman
    What you know 'bout puttin' bricks in the spare, man?
    I can stuff a coupe like a motherfuckin' caravan
    I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man
    If there's a throne, you lookin' at the chairman
    How you want it?
    Show me my opponent
    Show me my opponent
    I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
    And I've never been a pussy 'cause my hood'll never let me
    Yeah, a made ****, got made **** with me
    I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm 'bout to park the Bentley
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    What I'm doin? Gettin' money
    What we doin'? Gettin' money
    What they doin'? Hatin' on us
    But they never cross
    Cash Money still the company
    And, bitch, I'm the boss
    And I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    I'm the young stunner
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    Stuntin' like my daddy
    I be stuntin' like my daddy
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 11—
    Vroom, vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    Cash Money still the company and, bitch, I'm the boss
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 11—
    Vroom, vroom on the Yamaha, chromed out 1100
    Cash Money still the company and, bitch, I'm the boss

    Writer(s): D. Carter & B. Williams.

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