Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no b***h we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow!"

If you can't swallow, shut up b***h gargle

Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles

Fresher than a mother f****r, yep I'm a mother f****r

No I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her

Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman

Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no b***h we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

As I recline behind my desk

I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks

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, but I ain't make enough yet

So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the best

So many niggas from my hood on they back

So many niggas from your hood on they back

That's why we so paid and it be like that

I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a Gat

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

'Cause I ball hard, no b***h we ball harder

I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

Yeah only sipping red champagne

White tee red hat red bandanna

Uptown, choppers for companions

Fuckin' with the Birdman then we f*ck up your companion

Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion

Chopper make music, b***h start dancin'

Stunna man back so you know the circumstances

And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances

All my cars automated, automatic

No lie we don't even drive no Astons

Uptown we packin' and we stackin'

Young Money, Cash Money we the champions