Artist: Birdman (Baby) f/ Lil Wayne Album: Fire Flame (S) Song: Fire Flame Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Birdman] + (Lil Wayne) Yeah, Y.M. C.M.B. Believe that (Stunna, what it is) You already know Young (Young Money, Cash Money) 100 hundred (believe that!) [Chorus: Birdman] + (Lil Wayne) Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters {*2X*} Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars {*2X*} (What'cha talkin' bout?) Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters {*2X*} Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars {*2X*} [Birdman - over Chorus] Yeah, just like that (Yes!) Young.. let's go (Uhh.. there I go!) [Lil Wayne] Fresh offa my bid, bitch it's Lil Tunechi I Lucille Ball; bitch I love Lucy If these niggaz dogs, I'm animal cruelty Don't fuck with me at all, cause I'm twisted like in an Rubik's Cube - oh my look how the time has flown And they say time is of the essence but what if that clock is wrong? But all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone And I'll have moneybags for breakfast smell like "Bitch I'm Rich" cologne Ha~! I'm so relaxed, my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch And if you got problems with eye, well I will fix them cataracts They say it cost to be the boss, I pay the price includin tax Bitch I'm a fire flame spitter and to me you niggaz wax, ugh! [Chorus] [Birdman] Yeah, shinin like new money.. In this world with my tommy gun, banana clip the redrum Hundred million dollars, put my life down for my son Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass Five star nigga, two mill' on the dash Yeah, militant minded Uptown soldier, you have been blinded Grindin all the time bitch stuntin and we shinin Divin in deep shit, the money keep climbin Blap! The-the-the bottles keep poppin Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin Them bitches see we rockin, the whips we be rockin Iced up, tatted up, fire flame (fi-fire flame) [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Uhh, I-I got pussy comin to me Shotgun in my drawers make your woman bite the bullet Sittin in my hog tell my chaffeur "To the penthouse" Pockets so deep it's like my money gotta swim out Marley sayin fuck 'em, Scoob sayin fuck 'em Bitch I'm still the best overall like a jumper Weezy F F, fire flame spitter Hundred million dollars, pocket change nigga [Birdman] See these first class flights? We strapped up in the trenches Nigga want some business bitch we gettin it in this business Them ten figure niggaz, blood rich game nigga Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga Money and the power, swag out the shower Spendin nigga then them pussies runnin like some cowards Bigger than life nigga, C4 bitch Hundred million dollars, my son born rich, BLAP! [Chorus] [Birdman - over Chorus] Fresh off the island Swag... all day every day Shinin like new money Filthy 'bout our riches Moolah crazy Uptown generals Five star Yeah, yeah bigger than life C4, yeah Hella choppers, yeah