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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Programming
Zachary Foster
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Foster
Songwriter
Lil Wayne
Songwriter
Murda Beatz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sloane Esme
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Cristal Viramontes
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Zachary Foster
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd, I got them perks
So many perks
So many colors, they look like nerds
When it comes to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doing numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in here in case you lurkin'
First, she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the ye, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bih, and she squirted
I put some birds on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys
Tiger Woods, in his 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 and
[Chorus]
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
And I got birds flying south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brr to be a hot boy
I make them birds sing like choir boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, birds
I got them birds, I got them birds first
Get 'em at burr, I make 'em brr, brr
All of these birds, damn, I'm 'bout to serve, yeah, I'm servin' them birds
Ahead of the curve, yeah, I'm about to swerve, flag red as a bird
All of these feathers, damn, all of these treasures, remember to always measure
Always business, yeah, never pleasure, remember always, never
We ain't stretchin', yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin'
Chargin' extra, I got big birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester
Tiger Woods, I got birdies, dog
If it's a drought I snap my fingers, all them birds gon' fall
No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin' bird shit, dog
Number thirty-three south to Jersey on, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
Got them birds flying south, boy
Yeah, I'm too brr to be a hot boy
Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I'm too cold to be a hot boy
I'm too brr to be a hot boy
I got more birds than you got clout, boy
Free as a bird in the clouds boy
[Verse 3]
I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd, I got them perks
So many perks
So many colors, they look like nerds
When it comes to numbers, bitch, I'm a nerd
I'm doing numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got 'em hummin', I got 'em twerkin'
I got 'em jumpin', I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in here in case you lurkin'
First, she ain't fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the ye, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil' bih, and she squirted
I put some birds on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys
Tiger Woods
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Shane Lindstrom, Zachary Foster