[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah n***a, n***a, what, look

[Chorus: Birdman]
We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n***a
X2

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
New era fitted low, favorite team on my hat
Fly boy n***a I should have wings on my back
Murder and drugs, you never seen none of that
I'm cheating on my girlfriend, sleeping with my gat
How you gon' tell me about me?
Curren$y ... way back in the G
Back when Pimp C may pump the party
And Soulja Slim laced up his first pair of reece
Yeah, I got a fashion for flare
I got a stain on my birdmans but I don't care
I fuck with baby money and get a hundred more pair
Young Money we connected and respected everywhere
Yeah, but I'm just tryna' to be cool
And see if I can get decisions flew in from Peru
In projects, and holla in my booth
Now shorty when this package come let me put it by you, aight
[Chorus: Birdman]
We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n***a
X2

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Ah
Standin' in my D-boy stance is all gravy
Baby, probably see me ridin' in my sky-blue Mercedes
Probably with my lady
I got the seat laid back and my pimp posture
She doin' the speed limit while I'm eating shrimp pasta
Two hands on the wheel with the thick glasses
Cops pull us over probably think she take classes
But she don't go to community college
Graduated from the block, she got yayo knowledge, homie
Load up the shells, light up the L's
Put the work on the scale without breaking the nails
Plus she likes to cook that good crack
See to me she a diamond but to you she a hood rat
See that's my bitch and I'm her n***a
State the state, paper plates 'til the money is bigger, yeah
Good mommies put your ones up
And when the feds come put the guns up
Let's get it ma'
[Chorus: Birdman]
We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n***a
X2

[Verse 3: Birdman]
N***a
This is the payback
I know them bitch n***as from way back
When I was in the project selling crack, n***a
With two macs and the 'lac laid back, homie
Gettin' paper like a n***a supposed to
We hear you n***as talking fly shit
Young money cash money ain't gon' ride a bitch, n***a
And make us flat all your tires quick
And grab the hammer cockin' straight between your eyes, bitch n***a
We flippin' work through the airport
I got my ho holdin' dope in her asshole, n***a
We got the streets poppin', homie got the institution
And I ain't done whole head n***as ..
And we be poppin' that monster cart
'Cuz when the gag got it poppin', some n***as go to droppin' n***a
So drop it like it's hot, pimp let me get that plaque
Got a million in the house, and twenty in the cab, wha!
[Chorus: Birdman]
We shovlin' snow the hood is all great
He know where to go so we pushing off weight
We all good with the hoes and the hood
And we stash in the house like a pimp should, n***a
X2

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
They call me Weezy F, baby from my hard work
I told hardware something up or coffin jump
Leapin' this 6 feet 0, be bold
And then you be home to beast on
Lil n***a know so, them lil n***as playin' with no clothes
I kill them all put on a jacket 'cuz that's cold
My old rollie hands to the froze
When no tick tack I'm getting money run the Glock boy
Am I hot boy, you bitch about me
And if you trippin' she bitch 'bout me
I've been 'bout me, n***a
Weezy F baby, key-sellin' like the naval base
I got woofers in this place to bang, n***a I got nasal base (shi')
I got white parts of haze so kick some soul 1988, niggo