Tom: Db major•
Verse 1
Db
(M- M- M- Murda) I got them
birds, so many birds,
it is absurd
Gb
Db
I got them Percs, so many Percs
Gb
So many colors, they look like Nerds
Db
When it come to numbers,
bitch, I'm a nerd
Gb
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got
Verse 2
Db
birds
I got 'em hummin',
Gb
Db
I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
Gb
Db
Gb
Db
I got a butler, I got a worker
Verse 3
Gb
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
Db
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine,
she converted
Gb
I gave her too much of the
Bbm
Gb
yay, she got nervous
Db
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she
Verse 4
Db
squirting
Gb
Db
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
Gb
Cb
I sent her all the way down
Verse 5
Db
Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes
I sell whole birds, I don't do wings,
this ain't Buffalo, bitch
Whole bunch of vultures,
whole bunch of crows, bitch
I'm the Eagle Street Russell Crowe
Verse 6
Cb
Db
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Cb
Db
And, I got birds flyin' South, boy
Yeah, I'm too bad to be a hot boy
Cb
Db
I got them birds by the flock,
boy, yeah
Verse 7
Cb
Gb
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Cb
Gb
I'm too bad to be a hot boy
Cb
Gb
I make them birds sing like choir boy
Gbm
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah
Verse 8
Gb
Db
Bbm
Gb
Bbm
Hey, I got them birds, birds, I got them birds,
Gb
Bbm
word, I got them birds
Db
Bbm
Gb
I got them birds furs, get 'em and brrr,
Bbm
Db
I made 'em, "Prr, prr"
All these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve,
yeah, I'm servin' them birds
Ahead of the curb, yeah,
Gb
I'm 'bout to swerve fast
Verse 9
Db
All of these feathers, damn
All these treasures,
remember to always measure
Always business, yeah, never pleasure
Bbm
Remember, always, never
Db
Gb
Wings stretchin', yeah, both
Verse 10
yeah, always flexin'
Charge him extra, I got Big Birds,
Gb
Db
you need Tweety, call Sylvester
Tiger Woods, I got birdies dawg
If it's a drought, it snap my finger,
all the birds gone fall
No discounts, fuck you mean? You
talkin' bird shit, dawg
Number 33, sell the jersey, yo, bitch
Verse 11
Db
Cb
Db
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Got them birds flyin' South, boy
Yeah, I'm too bad to be a hot boy
Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
Verse 12
Cb
Gb
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too bad to be a hot boy
Cb
Gb
Db
I got more birds than you got clout, boy
Gb
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
Verse 13
Db
birds,
Gb
so many birds, it is absurd
Db
I got them Percs, so many Percs
Gb
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers,
Verse 14
I'm doin' numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em twerkin'
Db
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
Gb
Db
I got a butler, I got a worker
Verse 15
Gb
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
Db
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin'
First she ain't fuck with cocaine,
she converted
Bbm
I gave her too much of the yay,
she got nervous
Db
I put my thumb in lil' bitch, she
Verse 16
squirting
Gb
Db
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
Gb
I sent her all the way down
with them turkeys
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