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[Intro:]
Birdman, what up?
Last time I’ve seen nigga, you birds get money
Fuck being niggas
And you know what I said
I said, fuck ‘em!
DJ Khaled
Hook:
Uh, murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray to God only my soul burn up!
Porsche and a nigga, I was wrong with it
Hot core, but my soul warm in it
Clock 48, I go to war with it
Steady, ain’t Judah, with a foreign, with a switch
And I go to tour with it
If I see a… I’m gonna go and get it
Yeah nigga, for the love of that paper
I got hoes sipping, nigga, six in the morning with it
I’d die for this queen, die for my dreams
As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring
With my back to the road
Hit her... as they scream
But I come out on time like Mohamed Ali, uh!
These hoes feel so good
Now love, nigga, get money now!
Same bitches loving me I was damn broke
Can’t hear… I’m funny now!
Brand new Rolls Royce in the summer now
Big boy need cars when they come around
And they wanna put it all on my show
Head out for it and I summon down!
Hook:
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
Eight million dollars on a brand new land
Suicide like they always don’t jam
Mount on top, nigga, high as the fame
Filthy rich, nigg, doing my thing!
Pop off, we had to pop that spot
Jewels flying, nigga, we’re so hot
Yachts, condos, living their life
I’ll do it again and I’ll pay that twice!
Hook:
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
