Fly in Any Weather
Ay, Ay
Ay man Freezy, I need it this year, baby
(Need it this year, baby)
Ay Jazze, I need some vocals now sing it big boy
(Jazze)
It's the Birdman, daddy
(I'm fly in any weather)
When it comes to these cars
(I puts it together)
See I switch my paint
(And change my leather)
Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers
The Carson Eagles, come fly with me
Sway hair lighter then eyes could see
You can have whatever your eyes could see
('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna)
Come fly with me
Nigga, I fly past a bitch in a dip back six
Rain or snow I'm still the shit, I'm the Numba 1 Stunna
(I fly in any weather)
It's the Birdman Summer
(I fly in any weather)
See, I come through flossed out sippin' some cris'
Just read me my deal so I smoke now, bitch
See that brand new Benz
(I puts it together)
With the bubble-eye lens
(I puts it together)
With the Gucci on the tims when I spin yo,' benz
Got the new Cardierres with the iced out lens
Birdman, Birdlady with the Burberry Benz
Royal blue niggas with them coca-cola lens
Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley
Gator on the eyes with the chips in the end
I'm trying to get one get one game one
Real tight biatch Birdman motherfucker
It's the Birdman daddy
(I'm fly in any weather)
When it comes to these cars
(I puts it together)
See I switch my paint
(And change my leather)
Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers
The Carson Eagles, come fly with me
Sway hair lighter then eyes could see
You can have whatever your eyes could see
('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna)
Come fly with me
I'm the boss of the boss
(With Sausage chains)
I salt nigga shine
(And couldn't maintain)
So I hadda step back
(And fly away man)
'Cause it's all about collecting
(All my chains)
See I cook shit, swing around, fly away quick
Put it in the oven, mami hold my shit
I'm the flyest nigga with the flyest bitch
These rims and ice
(I love my shit)
My baby, my Wife
(Come hug me quick)
See I duck on these niggas when I hold my thang
And if you fuck with me bad I'll bust your brain
See I fly like a bird
Got mami the new fur
Slang back, royal blue fits the curves
Stilletto high boots and she smoke that herb
(She the Birdlady, baby)
Ain't scared to hold hers