[Intro]
(M-M-M-Murda)

[Chorus]
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin'
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

[Verse 1]
Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes
I sell whole birds, I don't do wings, this ain't Buffalo, bitch
Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch
I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe and
[Refrain]
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
And, I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I make them birds sing like choirboy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds
I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr, I made 'em "prr, prr"
All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve
Yeah, I'm servin' them birds
Ahead of the curve, yeah, I'm 'bout to swerve fast
Flag red as a bird
All of these feathers, damn
All these treasures, remember to always measure
Always business, yeah, never pleasure
Remember, always, never
Wings stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'
Charge him extra
I got Big Birds, you need Tweety? Call Sylvester
Tiger Woods, I got birdies, dawg
If it's a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gon' fall
No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dawg
Number thirty-three, sell the jersey in your arm, bitch
[Refrain]
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Got them birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got more birds than you got clout, boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy

[Chorus]
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she squirtin'
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys
[Outro]
It's Tiger Woods