Chorus:   Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles   Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2   O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game   Look like I got on a championship ring   Cause I ball hard   Notice we ball harder   I am the Birdman   And I am the J-R-Ra      Verse:   O.K.   Start with straight shots and then pop bottles   Pour it on the models...Shut up bitch swallow   If ya can't swallow...Shut up bitch gargle   Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacobs Goggles   I'm fresher then a Muh Fucker...Yeah I'm a Muh Fucker   No I won't take your girl   But I shall take her tongue from her   Could you tell I'm in love woman   Like no other woman   Oh I'm sorry sweetheart   I thought you were my other woman      Chorus:   Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles   Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2   O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game   Look like I got on a championship ring   Cause I ball hard   No bitch we ball harder   I am the Birdman   And I am J-R-Ra      Verse:   Now as I recline behind my desk   I ain't got a lot of Nikes...But I got a lot of checks money   Got my own shoe brand new on the set   Went from sittin' in a cell   To sittin' on a jet   From shittin' in a cell   To shittin' on a jet   I lost too many friends   But I won too many bets   I made too much money   I ain't make enough yet   So I scratch and yes...Jr. is the best   So many n***** from my hood on they back   So many n***** from your hood on they back   Thats why we so paid and it be like that   I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat yeah      Chorus:   Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles   Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2   O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game   Look like I got on a championship ring   Cause I ball hard   No bitch we ball harder   I am the Birdman   And I am J-R-Ra      Hook:   Yeah   Only sippin' red champange   White Tee, Red Hat, Red Bandana   Uptown choppers for companion   Fuckin' with the Birdman choppin' your companion   Fuckin' with my son we run up in your mansion   Chopper make music...Bitch start dancin'   Stunna man back so you know the circumstances   And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances   All my cars automative automatic   No lie...We don't even drive no askin'   Uptown we packin' and we stackin'   Young money Cash money we the champions      Chorus:   Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles   Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2   O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game   Look like I got on a championship ring   Cause I ball hard   No bitch we ball harder   I am the Birdman   And I am J-R-Ra   Geedi!!