Artist: Troy Ave Album: White Christmas (Mixtape) Song: All Birds (Keymix) Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Just take me right here from the top post I will just run straight through it, one tape It's a mixtape, you know what I'm sayin? Like shit gotta be raw I probably won't even do no hook or if anything I'll just freestyle it (Spin that shit nigga!) This shit easy nigga, it's like just talkin bout what you did for the all day You know what I mean? That ain't hurtin [Chorus] Getting money in the street, sellin all birds New J's on my feet, I don't fuck with Burt I'm runnin 33, the place on a berg You shoppin with them niggas? That shit is absurd Quit buyin trash, come and get it pure I got it from me hombre and I'm black for do it If you knew better you would do better The biggest in my city since Chris McCoon's sweater In 47 minutes I could count a hundred grand [Verse 1] All this countin hurt my thumbs so I shake my head Shake a leg at the spot, take a P Ciroc 125 grand 'bout to shake the block Plenty dimes for the grind, it's prodigal bitches Shake my dick on her ass, then call her a bitch is The only life I know, singing like I'm always fad Stage shows, stage hoes, I ain't throwin cash Let them other niggas trick, we'll spin it together Shout to women in the strips, let's get in that cheddar Cheese H, French full for my chicken nigga Glitch buttered bitch, bacon split a kitchen with er I love me a chef, you just love er to death Literally niggas coughin and smothering death Before designer mamas, be at speed at sting the vase S roofless organization, a camouflaging boss Lil father forgive us, we are driven by riches I gotta eat my stomach hurts, I ain't even do situps Pain rain washing tears, soak in shame leather Change I remain shit, my name is my name – Powder Hardest coming out my city, I made it that way And I will make you meet your maker, you stay in my way Moving on with my day, moving all of this yay What more is there for me to say? Aha! [Chorus] Getting money in the street, sellin all birds New J's on my feet, I don't fuck with Burt I'm runnin 33, the place on a berg You shoppin with them niggas? That shit is absurd Quit buyin trash, come and get it pure I got it from me hombre and I'm black for do it If you knew better you would do better The biggest in my city since Chris McCoon's sweater In 47 minutes I could count a hundred grand [Outro] Damn! That's what I'm talkin bout right there Troy [?] see ya'll niggas DJ Holiday the commission We workin!