[Intro: Birdman]
Nephew, it's your turn
Get 'em, Stunna

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Started off with a [?]
That shit ain't none of your business
No I ain't snitching, try me like one of them n***as
Same n***a say he thuggin, but coming to witness
Hoe I'm a hustler, I sell a drug to a chemist
These n***as always showing up with some n***as
I might take one of your bitches
And [?] the bitches
I might pull up in the drop [?]
Broke n***a [?]
I got a lot of paper
I'm tryna count numbers without denomanators
I'm just a presidential n***a, might see Obama later
In that hoe with them gun sounds, you would think Soulja Boy comintating
These n***as sweet like some [?]
She said she like how I violate her
Yeah hoe, [?] her
N***as oh me a lot of favors
N***as say they got akers
You ly, you got a lot of neighbors
I might pull up to your [?]
Got the top like a hot potato
[?]
I'm just saying
Rappers ain't saying nothing
And the old n***as can't ajust
And the young n***as too much
Had to stay down and move up
[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Made men, I made you
Sware I used to steal cable
Can't leave no money on the table
Can't leave no money on the table

[Verse 2: Birdman]
I live the fast life, you got a sad life
Real n***a too fly, word to my last flight
My money Shaq hight, I met her last night
She give me Facetime, I never had Skype
I like to brag right, you know you're mad right
[?] go get a bag like
Roll a blunt, pour a 4, she [?]
[?]
I done heard enough questions
I ain't ever gotta flex it
I could buy the whole club breakfast
I forgive but never forget it
I'm raising hell in this shit
Can't get no better than this

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
Made men, I made you
Sware I used to steal cable
Can't leave no money on the table
Can't leave no money on the table
[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah
Rich n***a shit
Boss lifestyle
Top floor
Chandeliers, marbel floors
Alexander Miqueens, poppin GTV, n***a
Got my n***a with me
Sy Ari da Kid
Blowin on them cubans
Yeah
Beezo
Lifestyle
Brr