Leather So Soft - Birdman

Superman, Man of Steel He can fly, but here's the deal Superman ain't really real So God made somethin' better His mama says he's just flesh and bone The girls say he's a rollin' stone But shake his hand and then you'll know A cowboy's made of leather You can bend him but you can't break him It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him When the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather He'll kick and cuss in broad daylight When he gets drunk, he likes to fight But his head's on straight and his heart gets right When he's under pressure And he'll start out stiff and rough But give him time and he'll soften up And that just makes him twice as tough Yeah, a cowboy's made of leather 'Cause you can bend him, but you can't break him It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him And when the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather Yippee-ki-oh, yippee-ki-ay Yippee-ki-oh Yippee-ki-oh, yippee-ki-ay Yippee-ti-yi-yo You can bend him, but you can't break him It takes years of work and dirt and hurt to make him And when the whole world falls apart, he'll hold together That's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather Yeah, that's how you know that a cowboy's made of leather

How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Back on my set Tool in my hand Big money was the plan So i'm back where I started Back where it come from Back where we went wit it Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's Comin back old skool Did it like he want to Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab Big money of the ab Hundred g's in cash Brand new whip, old skool Caddy The dump truck A stash spot Then came up Its more 1's Nigga Versace sheets Serve is more money in the new fleet How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Bought a new Phantom Suede with the gators Brand new Louis always ready to spray it Like father like son Money is a must These hoe's we don't trust Brand new trucks Shined every summer Ran wit the numbers Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind Big timer old skool, new skool nigga Is more money homie More money more money more money homie My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades Blowin haze, Everyday How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Flip another hundred Get another Hundred Spend another Hundred Burn another Hundred Blow another Hundred Fuck another Hundred Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline Flip another brick, Drink a little dip Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch AR Nigga, riding skinny tires Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades Tats on the face, A Nigga's been paid How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus

(Feat. Lil' Wayne) 100... stunna!.wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!.we ride and die fo this money nigga!.(haha) its your turn. Lil wayne chrous (2x) I gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) Birdman Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight... so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya.killa Lil wayne (chorus) x2 Birdman verse 2 Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket.co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy, i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out.nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!...(we kil) (Stunna baby) Lil wayne chrous 2x And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah)

(Intro) Uptown... Yeah... yeah.nigga Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) (Lil Wayne) Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint your kitchen floor With your whore Shit you can't ignore Things you endure when u f**kin wit the boy All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I ain't there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Get the kid nigga did never that at all That rat a tat go off A black kak kak kak I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?) She know how to stash quarters in a carry on I blow outta town Grass when i'm outta town Uptown in the building not a sound 'Cause killaz don't get heard about They get whispered about Or you get murdered out (nigga) (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Burnin homie Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Walkin' like a man Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Birdman) The first shot The first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) We know them people been paper chasin So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga We keep the gats close, incase you wan know You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga Its all good till you catch a case A nigga never escape 'cause you edicted to money nigga Well let me bring you back yesterday I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga F**kin round wit that kid and play Nigga f**kin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga Well let me tell you bout this game i know You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Lil Wayne) Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin All that play buckin Gon get your face buttoned up Now when you smirk You look like jay-z's shirt F**kin wit that turf, i'm puffin on that smurf F**k it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas Your son got choppas And if you got enemies (yeah) Your son got enemies (believe that) That's uptown energy nigga! (Birdman) Don't waste no time on no bullshit If it ain't hood shit We spend a lil paper nigga Well if you catch em in the hood nigga It's all good shit Go head do me that favor nigga Well let me take you down deep in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you gotta ride It's when the homie die And the money can't stop the pain in the inside (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Uptown...(repeat) (Birdman talks till end)