Listen to Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix) by Birdman & Lil Wayne

Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Rock Remix)

Birdman & Lil Wayne

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Birdman

Vocals

Lil Wayne

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bryan Christopher Williams

Bryan Christopher Williams

Songwriter

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

Songwriter

Tristan G Jones

Tristan G Jones

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

T-Mix

Producer

Kevin Mayer

Recording Engineer

Fabian Marasciullo

Fabian Marasciullo

Mixing Engineer

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

What I'm doing? Getting money

What we doing? Getting money

What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the young stunna, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

[Verse 2]

Yeah, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say

Can't see you, lil' ****, the money in the way

And I'm, I'm sitting high, a gangster ride blades

And if you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate

Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate

And no, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on the cake

Shit, believe that and if ya man's wanna play

And I'ma fuck around and put that boy brains on the gate

Hey, pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em lay

Where I'm from, we see a fucking dead body everyday

That's uptown, throw a stack at 'em

Make a song abut me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em

Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict

And she saw me cooking eggs, she thought I was back at it

I grab my keys, ho, I gotta go

Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs

[Verse 3]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

What I'm doing? Getting money

What we doing? Getting money

What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the young stunna, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

[Verse 4]

Shawty, 98's, forty-five paper plates

Tint the whole thing, big money heavy weight

A hundred stacks, spend fifty on a Caddy

Twenty-five on the pinky

Bought a pound of blow and bounced back

Matching grills, big houses on the hills

Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills

On Stunna Island, dollar after dollar

Flipping chickens, getting tickets, want the money and the power

Born stuntin', uptown hunter

Third ward G, ****, been about money

Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys

White tees on them chromed-out eleven hundreds

You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer

And this is how we spend money

You see them Bentleys and them Lambs

Them ounces and them grams, bitch, we was born hustlers

[Verse 5]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

What I'm doing? Getting money

What we doing? Getting money

What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the young stunna, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

[Verse 6]

Yeah, when I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes Benz

I must've fucked a thousand bitches and their girlfriends

White leather, hot new pair of rims

Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin

Big work, we don't need a scale, man

Big papers, say good morning to the mailman

What you know 'bout putting bricks in the spare, man?

I can stuff a coupe like a motherfucking Caravan

I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man

If there's a throne, you're looking at the chairman

How you want it? Show me my opponent

Show me my opponent

Yeah, I'm still balling, a bullet gotta get me

And I've never been a pussy 'cause my hood'd never let me

Yeah, a made ****, got made **** with me

I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm 'bout to park the Bentley

[Verse 7]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

What I'm doing? Getting money

What we doing? Getting money

What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the young stunna, stuntin' like my daddy

Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

[Verse 8]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Vroom, vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

[Verse 9]

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Vroom, vroom on a Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred

Cash Money still a company and bitch, I'm the boss

Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, D. Carter, Tristan Jones

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