Lyrics Get It All Together - Birdman
(Feat.
Lil'
Wayne)
(Chorus
x2:
Baby)
Shit,
we
tryin'
to
get
it
all
together
And
spend
a
lil
chaddar
and
fly
in
any
weather
nigga
And
homie
you
get
the
money
and
the
power
Then
them
hoes
come
and
holla
and
fly
in
any
weather
pimpin'
(Weezy)
I
see
you
haters,
hatin'
on
the
way
a
nigga
think
But
I'm
laughing,
laughing
all
the
way
to
the
bank
And
I,
I
kinda
act
like
my
shit
don't
stink
On
a
toilet
with
the
burner
taped
under
the
sink
Like
a
Russian
I'll
rullet
the
bullet
Yea
straight
to
ya
head
give
a
nigga
a
mullet
I'm
a
Cash
Money
brother
a
lover
of
money
Yea
the
tummy
is
showin'
but
the
hunger
is
growin'
What
part
cha'
don't
understand
What
you
ain't
know
I'm
like
Kobe
You
niggaz
can't
check
me
go
head
Bowens
And
I
never
left
the
team
cause
I'm
catchin'
every
pass
Stunna
McNabb
yeah
he
like
go
head
Owens
yea
Bet
I'd
put
a
nigga
on
his
ass
Squlou
and
Big
Whop
make
show
he
don't
last
And
young
Wayne
do
song
about
the
story
With
Birdman
singin'
on
the
chorus,
nigga
(Chorus)
(Baby)
Look,
a
ticket
here
and
a
ticket
there
And
I'm
the
first
out
the
hood
to
get
rich
nigga
still
here
Its
big
paper
in
the
prime
of
my
life
my
nigga
We
take
it
off
ya'
shoulder
broad
daylight
my
nigga
It's
Stunna
Island
biggest
baler
in
the
city
The
Range
Rover
rally
strip
on
them
26's
Gucci
down
when
the
Birdman
in
ya'
town
We
blow
out
the
pound
rollin'
through
Uptown
Canary
yellow
Cash
Money
iced
out
piece
Like
father,
like
son
we
beasts
on
these
streets
Well
let
me
bring
you
back
to
1993
Where
I
met
four
lil
niggaz
in
the
3
We
got
big,
we
grinded
in
them
city
streets
And
three
left
and
they
all
tryin'
na
beef
me
There's
one
Birdman
and
one
J.R
We
neighborhood
superstars
fuck
y'all
(Chorus)
(Weezy)
Murcing
every
murderer
In
the
garden
I'm
burstin'
hittin'
serpents
up
And
in
the
Carter
we
still
workin'
with
that
work
for
ya'
I'm
the
God
and
the
turban
fits
perfect,
word
Puffing'
on
that
precious
piff
purple
herb
swerve
Dang,
-is
on
the
curve
The
fed's
walkin'
so
I'm
talking
with
slurge
And
we
never
sell
a
bird
to
a
mockingbird
We
find
out
where
you
stay
and
we
mark
your
turf
Lace
ya'
house
with
a
bomb
make
you
walk
in
first
Oh,
and
ya'
is
sharp
with
hers
She
cook
a
nigga
steaks
and
cool-aid
for
thirst,
yeah
See
we
murderers
but
do
it
like
gangsta
We
really
never
show
it
but
everybody
know
it
And
Slim
askin'
me
to
focus
on
the
flow
While
I'm
tryin'
to
have
coke
for
the
low
on
the
low,
man
(Chorus)
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