Born Stunna

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross, Birdman] Born stunna (Maybach Music) Huh, I'm a born stunna (Maybach Music; YMCMB, baby) Huh, born stunna (Flashy lifestyle, one hundred) You know what I got, right? [Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross] Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Huh) [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna (Huh) Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh) Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama (Woo) Born stunna, she's a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo) Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh) [Verse 1: Birdman, Rick Ross] 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 hunnid (Woo) 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 (Woo) 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna (Huh) Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh) Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama (Woo) Born stunna, she's a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo) Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh) [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags [Verse 2: Birdman, Rick Ross] Yeah, 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 (Woo) See, we shinin' like the money can Since the money came, bitch, we doing the money dance Yeah, 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna (Huh) Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh) Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama (Woo) Born stunna, she's a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo) Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh) [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags [Verse 3: Birdman] 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna (Huh) Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh) Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier, mama (Woo) Born stunna, she's a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo) Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh) [Post-Chorus: Rick Ross] Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags (Woo) Money, money, money bags Maybach Music