All Birds

Walk with a real *******

Self-made millionaire

What more could you ask for, huh? [Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I'm a kamikaze in a

Maserati I'm a

John Gotti, got my own army

Worth fifty million and it's all on me

Fifty on my

Rollie knowing yours phony

Last problem

I had, a ******* head-shot him

Say the word on the street is that my man got him

If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him

I got Lears and all - don't need

Aaliyah problems

May she rest her soul,

I got a sleeping problem

All my CDs gold but the

Visa darker

Bastard child but

I got a fleet of cars

Double-M G this little thing of ours

Take it to the door, mother******, plea

*******s layin' on your crib while your momma sleep

Home-cooked meals for the real *******s

Hot Tec 9 for you little *******s

Want to shoplift?

Come and boost this

We run the ******* game, *******, truth is

Cargo pants and my red bottoms

Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em [Hook: French Montana]

No clothes in the closet, it's all birds

No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds

No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds

And I ain't going back -

I'm a ball first [Verse 2: French Montana]

Anything you need know

I get it cheap

My ******* Rozay makes millions while he can't sleep

Cars European come and see the fleet

We're commercial; come and see us if you need the street

I'm a bring it home ******* bet the bank

Sierra Leone all up in the link '

Bout to double up, some

Mason Betha ************t

Huddle up, round table,

King Arthur ************t

Shorty ass fat, she can't stand straight

Spent your down payment on my landscape

*******s sideways like the

Phantom door

Hundred round drum sound like round of applause

Slicker than a can of grease

Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece

Coke, boy,

I'll be thirty for sure now

Coke damn near same price as ****** now [Hook]