"Born Stunna" lyrics

[Rick Ross {Birdman}:]
Born stunna (Maybach Music)
Huh, I'm a born stunna (Maybach Music) {YMCMB, baby}
Huh, born stunna {Flashy lifestyle, one hundred}
You know what I got, right?

[Rick Ross:]
Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Huh)

Born stunna, born stunna (Huh)
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh)
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama (Woo)
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo)
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh)

[Birdman (Rick Ross):]
Born stuntin', rep huntin'
Flock a hundred of them things for them cheap numbers
Ran numbers, head huntin'
Hit the mall with my bitch and blow another hunnid (Woo)
Red flaggin', poppin' red bottles
I'm talkin' big faces, money and the power
Suede linin', with my name in it
Birdman, bitch and I've been gettin' it (Woo)
Yea, so my baby want a new whip
Pearl white, stay fresh on that new shit
You dig? Born hustlin' on that money shit
Ya feel? Blowin' mills, big jewels bitch

[Rick Ross:]
Born stunna, born stunna (Huh)
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh)
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama (Woo)
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo)
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh)

Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags

[Birdman (Rick Ross):]
Yeah, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair (Woo)
See, we shinin' like the money can
Since the money came, bitch, we doing the money dance
Yeah, Y-M-C-M-G
Lauder jet, been a hustler since I hit the streets
Took 250 on the new piece
New condo, 20,000 square feet
Ballin', uptown suicide
Born stuntin', strapped, how we livin' five

[Rick Ross:]
Born stunna, born stunna (Huh)
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh)
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama (Woo)
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo)
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh)

Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags

[Birdman:]
Cash money, hundred stacks
Been grindin' since the 90s with that chrome mac
Fifty whip sittin' right in front of that
Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks
G5'in with them chandeliers
Checker floors, tattoo tears
Uptown nigga on the battle field
Maybach relaxin' on them cop heels
Candy coated, a Harley Davis
Stuntin' on them niggas like the old Baby
Bad bitch, matchin' Gucci bikes
My son lit, we live a high life

[Rick Ross:]
Born stunna, born stunna (Huh)
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer (Huh)
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama (Woo)
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (Woo)
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin' (Huh)

Money, money, money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags (Woo)
Money, money, money bags
Maybach Music