Artist: Baby (AKA The #1 Stunna) Album: Birdman Song: Looks Like a Job 4... Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org * * send corrections to the typist Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for [Baby in the backround of chorus] Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga Tryin to get this money You know real real high, real real high We tryin to stack it biatch Bird call motherfucker! [Chorus] Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH! Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick 24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH! I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh Get outta line watch me bust my 2 I ran out the house and I ran in the building Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm the bird of the nest The shark of the sea Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat Nobody move me cause I be who I be The Uptown rider, the home CMB I get what I want when I want I could have it Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius Birdlady in that brand new Caddy I'm a boss nigga Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you I stand my grounds, be a man homie No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang "Fuck it, pitch in nigga!" and don't fuck with them chickens man Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks Live this life like you don't give a fuck nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3] Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner Change feathers twice, come back with the homies That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets Feather to the floor with swine on her feets Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats And whether thats snow or white mink on me See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better With the wide D-lips with the custom leather And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game Birds got to have it with my birdy change But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes 26's, 28's, it's the Birdman [Chorus 3X] [Baby in the backround of chorus] Oh yeah! Oh yeah, you understand? Birdman baby Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird You understand nigga? Flip one, sell one, roll one baby Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too 18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga You understand this biatch? Get rid of it little daddy You understand? Birdman motherfucker! You know, you gots to hate me nigga Bird call bitch Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga! The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga! Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga! I'm lovin' it! Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga! Later boy, BMJ out! Let's get this money baby CMR nigga!