Born Stunna - Birdman, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj

Born stunna

I’m a born stunna

Huh born stunna

Money money money money money bags

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Money money money bags

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'

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

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 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'

Money money money money money bags

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Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Yea, a lot a lot of money bags

The money in the garbage can

Strapped up tight with a hundred bags

Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair

See, we shinin' like the money can

Since the money came, bitch we doing the money dance

Yea, Y-M-C-M-G

Lauder jet, been a hustler since I hit the streets

Took 250 on the new piece

New condo, 20,000 square feet

Ballin', uptown suicide

Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' five

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 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'

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Cash money, hundred stacks

Been grindin' since the 90's with that chrome mac

Fifty whip sittin' right in front of that

Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks

G5'in with them chandeliers

Checker floors, tattoo tears

Uptown nigga on the battle field

Maybach relaxin' on them cop heels

Candy coated, a Harley Davis

Stuntin' on them niggas like the old Baby

Bad bitch, matchin' Gucci bikes

My son lit, we live a high life

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 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'

Money money money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

Money money money bags

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