Born Stunna Birdman (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Huh born stunna

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Born stuntin’, rep huntin’
Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers
Ran numbers, head huntin’
Hit the mall with my bitch and blow another hunnit
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Suede linin’, with my name in it
Birdman, bitch and I’ve been gettin' it
Yea, so my baby want a new whip
Pearl white, stay fresh on that new shit
You dig? born hustlin’ on that money shit
Ya feel? blowin’ mills, big jewels bitch