Speech T-Pain (Ft. Birdman)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Yo!
Young Fyre
Over the guts
Let's go in brah
Yo

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Suicide doors, naw that was last year
Got suicide hoes butt-naked under my cashmere
Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear
Two-wheel drive on these niggas, Cavalier
Wait till I crank it up, wait till I spazz hard
Then ain't nobody gonn' accept you like a MasterCard
Now ain't that bizarre, you say you from the hood
But nobody believe you so you try to pull the bastard card
Naw that shit don't work in this society
The game got potential but it's lacking the variety
Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's
Nigglas ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy
Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats
UFC submission hole I get em off me
The niggas in Tallahassee saying I'm off Glee
But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze

[Interlude: Birdman]
Yeah, Birdman, you already know
You understand me?
YMCMB all day everyday
All we do is get money like we do it
Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no sleep when we do this shit
Ain't no care about sleeping
Ain't no clubbing cause we bring that to the studio
Ya understand me?
Just manifesting this game, getting more money than niggas ever been