Already, kno what I’m sayin
This Birdman and this how it’s goin down
That little yougin Yo Gotti
I certifed the nigga stamped approval ya feel me and the Jr’
I see like, niggaz it must be
They got us fucked up
They got us fucked up
They got us fucked up
We been movin birds bitch
They got us fucked up
They got ya fucked up
Then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch
[Chorus:]
Quarters and Halves
Chickens, Chickens, and bricks
Bundles, Bundles of dope
And Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)
I Got ‘Em
I got what they lookin for
Keep what they lookin for
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin for
Cuz I’m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
I’m da dopeman, dopeman
I Got Em’
[Lil’ Wayne]
Money to be made
Best believe a nigga clockin
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her 10 g’s tell the bitch to go shopping
She buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it, but no I don’t play sucka
I’m all about my cake I’m tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint
I bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points
We ova here hustlin, we ova here grindin
You rap about money and a nigga might sign ya
Rap about me and a nigga might find ya
Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya
Dope game bitch let his mama worry bout him
You can holla at me for a fee
But I Got Em’
[Chorus:]
Quarters and Halves
Chickens, Chickens, and bricks
Bundles, Bundles of dope
And Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)
I Got ‘Em
I got what they lookin for
Keep what they lookin for
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin for
Cuz I’m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman…
I’m da dopeman, dopeman
I Got Em’
[Yo Gotti]
I met the Birdman with the bird layin
Got a twenty piece
Brought ’em back to North Memphis
Charged twenty two a piece
Now I’m in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender
Low key in a rental wit dem thangs in da fender
See I full time grind January to December
Put that snow in da Summer got it lookin like da Winter
I’m goin back to Cali
I gotta get that light green
Mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees
18 wheeler, now I’m on I-10 on my way to Memphis
I gotta get my hands in
I come from da North where gangstas gon grind
Bitch niggas gon whine and hustlas gon shine
Everybody say they trappin but most of these niggas lyin
I told Slim, told Stunna I’m waitin for my time
Either robbin or poppin, click clack I shot ’em
Chooper bullets buryin, brrrrr I Got ‘Em
[Chorus:]
Quarters and Halves
Chickens, Chickens, and bricks
Bundles, Bundles of dope
And Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)
I Got ‘Em
I got what they lookin for
Keep what they lookin for
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin for
Cuz I’m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
I’m da dopeman, dopeman
I Got Em’
[Birdman]
Back where I started, on my set in black
Hop out da passenger side of my ‘Lac
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack
But in my palm I had dat chromed out Mac
Shinin on them bitches, cuz nigga I’m bot that
Flip a quarter bird then score a whole sack
Pull up in the club in a old school ‘Lac
With a bitch ridin fly so high you love that
It’s grind time, nigga been about that
We flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs
We livin large with the garbitch back flats
Want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack
And ridin fly, 25’s on the back
Plushed out nigga keep a few stacks
Out the hood, bout money that’s that
If you ever cross the line, best believe you gettin gat
[Chorus:]
Quarters and Halves
Chickens, Chickens, and bricks
Bundles, Bundles of dope
And Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)
I Got ‘Em
I got what they lookin for
Keep what they lookin for
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin for
Cuz I’m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
I’m dadopeman, dopeman
I Got Em’