Money to Blow

By Birdman

On Pricele$$

Released on September 16, 2009

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[Intro: Birdman & Drake]

Richer than the richest (Yeah)

More money, bitches

Coming to you live from (Haha)

The city of Houstatlantavegas

So what it do, young nigga? One hundred


[Verse 1: Drake]

I am on a 24-hour champagne diet

Spilling while I'm sipping—I encourage you to try it

I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it

The club owner supply it; boy, I'm on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be

Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man

I just want you to see—come take a look

Get a load of this nigga, quit fronting on me

Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like running on E

I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit: Goofy flow

On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Rufio

Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know

Get to shaking something, 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for

Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for

Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes

I'm losing my thoughts—I said, "Damn, where my roof just go?"

Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl—I got 'em

[Chorus: Drake & Birdman]

They can't help it (They can't help it)

And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)

Since I got famous (Since I got famous)

But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in

Letting these bills fall all over your skin

I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Cash Money Millionaires, yeah

I got money to blow (Aw-aw! Yeah)


[Verse 2: Birdman]

Richer than the richest (Richest)

We certified getting it ('Fied getting it)

CM (Yeah), YM (Young), Cash Money business (Bitch)

Higher than the ceiling (Ceiling), fly like a bird (Like a bird)

Hit the Gucci store (Yeah) and later get served (Served)

We smoked out (Smoked out), with no roof on it

Them people passing (Yeah), so we smash on 'em (So we smash on 'em)

Ballin' out, we keep the cash on deck (On deck)

Lamborghinis and them Bentleys on the V-set (Set)

Louis lens (Lens) iced up with the black diamonds (Black diamonds)

Cartier, Ferrari, the new Spider (Yeah)

No lie, I'm higher than I ever been (Than I ever been)

Born rich, born Uptown, born to win

Fully loaded (Yeah), automatic 6 Benz (Benz)

Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in (With my bitch in)

Born hustling (Hustling), too big, nigga, to size me up (To size me up)

Kept stunting, more money, burning up

[Chorus: Drake, Lil Wayne, & Both]

They can't help it (They can't help it)

And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)

Since I got famous (Since I got famous)

But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in

Letting these bills fall all over your skin

I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Uh-uh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy)

I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy)


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Well, I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power

C—Come to V.I.P. and get a champagne shower

I don't have to worry because everything ours

And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers—that kush

I promise, that's my dude, but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush

And I'm with two women—make you take a second look

We popping like champagne bottles, but we never shook

And we gon' be alright if we put Drake on every hook

[Chorus: Drake & Birdman]

They can't help it (They can't help it)

And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)

Yeah, you under-dig?

Since I got famous (Since I got famous; Birdman)

But, bitch! I got money to blow (Junior)

Getting it in (So fresh)

Letting these bills fall all over your skin (Drizzy Drake)

I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy, big mansions)

Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, popping bottles)

Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Atlantic in the backyard

Got that money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy)

Jet-skis, jets, yeah

Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Pricele$$)

I got money to blow (Mula!)


[Outro: Birdman]

C-M-B, baby

Yeah

Just like that

Brrat!

Big money popping