Released: October 31, 2006

Featuring: Lil Wayne

Songwriter: Birdman Lil Wayne

Producer: Jim Jonsin

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
My leather so soft, my top so soft
I'll probably have it off, these niggas so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch, I go so hard
She said my leather so soft, my top so soft
I'll probably have it off, these niggas so soft
And I go so hard
Bitch, I go so hard

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I get money, ho, fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed I be in a different mode
I be with them different hoes, no I mean them different hoes
I mean them Weezy bumbaclot different hoes
And as far as terrific goes, they kiss that dick with no mistletoes
Diamonds and pearls and pussy hoes
Snortin' coke 'til they nose bleed
I'm sittin' high on them inches I'm in the nosebleeds
I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed
Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed
I put 'em in ya head and watch the holes bleed
My rag always red like when them hoes bleed
Now that's coldbleed I mean cold blooded
And I'm so southern that's why my leather so soft

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga
We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga
Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga
Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga
Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga
We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga
Rolls Royce Corniches and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar, nigga
Know I got a tommy gun gave one to my young'n son
And we got it together
.47, .51, you gon' hear us when we come, daddy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
You see the paper gon' come if not I'm gon' get it
I gotta die with money cause I wasn't born wit 'it
It was 9-27-82 baby due
Charity Hospital aka the city zoo
No pity due to no one nobody not all
Man, they dropped us in the game and everybody's trying to ball
And the small hand'll touch ya, the large hand'll cut ya
But until that day, I'll be a mothafuckin' stunna, nigga

[Birdman]
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all
Ball 'til I fall I done did it for me nigga
Ball 'til I fall that's the way it's gon' be nigga
Up in the early I done did it for sunshine
Candy on the paint everytime I touch mine
Nine stay cocked cause I'm good wit' firin' mines
Alligator wit' the suede ridin' them 25's

[Hook]

Birdman

Say what you will about the man’s often-simple lyrics, Bryan “Birdman” Williams is the last of the hip-hop moguls (Diddy, Suge Knight, et. al.) to remain standing and relevant. His record label has been putting out important albums since 1992, including some of the most important New Orleans rap of the era – works by Kilo G, U.N.L.V., Lil Slim, Ms. Tee, Pimp Daddy, the Hot Boys (and their breakout star, Lil Wayne) and more

Despite Birdman’s oft-simple flows and his propensity to hide his own chin, he has managed to appear on tons of bangin' songs over the past almost two decades. Let’s see how your favorite rapper’s career is doing in twenty years. Brrrrrr!