Artist: Tha Joker Album: Birds (S) Song: Birds Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yeah It's Joker! 2 Cold.. Tryna, I'm tryna.. [Verse 1] Smoke a thousand blunts, and buy a million cars I ain't never had shit so I want it all Grind is what times is, it's crazy It's got a nigga screamin fuck my old lady Money and power, it falls the way you live, so Shoestrings tied tight we ain't trippin, hoe And you can get it right now we ain't trippin, folk Hunters regardless, show us the target, and we'll charge it Just tryin get it how we live, and live how we get it And we gettin plenty, you see it bitch Holla Mr. 2 Cold like bring your heater, bitch Tryin to stack my paper tall, like Medea, bitch Straight chillin witcha broad and a Swedish bitch Take a gaze in the jar, you should see this shit Used to hate back then, ain't believe this Now I'm doin' big things like a freak bitch [Chorus] Haters talk shit, but we don't worry bout 'em We just keep countin paper, shootin birds at 'em Fuck a hater! We don't care bout 'em We just keep blowin kush, shootin birds at 'em Shootin birds at 'em, I shoot birds at 'em I let a hater nigga know I ain't worried 'bout him Fake niggas talk shit when ain't no paper round 'em So I don't care bout 'em, I shoot birds at 'em [Verse 2] Dat nigga go hard, goddamit And it still pull your card, gambit 2 birds to a hater like Steve Austin Yeah our teeth clean now, but we still flossin' Funny how I miss the paper when I get it often Gotta get it how I live cause the shit costly Fuck a nigga! Fuck a bitch! Ten times out of nine, can't trust a bitch! Stay true to family, and be yourself And anybody hate on that can shoot they fuckin' self It's 2 Cold, the Lyrical, I kill it, you feel it Medusas to any nigga who ain't with it Joker! [Chorus x2]