20 Most Stuntastic Lyrics From Birdman and Lil Wayne’s ‘Like Father, Like Son’ Album
Since first exploding on the rap scene during the late 1990s, Cash Money Records has always been associated with flossing and promoting the lavish lifestyle. Introducing the phrase "bling bling" on the 1999 posse cut of the same name from then-Cash Money artist B.G.'s Chopper Ghetto in the City album. The track helped make the phrase ubiquitous enough to officially be added to Webster's dictionary. That's just another reason Cash Money Records has always been known to do it larger than life, whether it be homes, cars, jewelry and anything else imaginable.
However, after weathering the storm that was the dissolution of the Hot Boys, and a period of uncertainty, with questions of whether or not Cash Money's best days had passed, Lil Wayne's evolution from young prince in waiting to a contender for the crown of best rapper alive would rejuvenate the label. As the last two members standing, Birdman and Lil Wayne basked in their glory, recording a joint album, Like Father, Like Son.
Released on Oct. 31, 2016, Like Father, Like Son, debuted at No. 3 on the Billboard 200, largely off the strength of the lead single, "Stuntin' Like My Daddy," which finds Weezy and Birdman boasting of their exploits. Peaking at No. 5 on the Hot Rap Tracks chart, "Stuntin' Like My Daddy" mirrored previous Cash Money cuts centered around ballin' and excess, and helped push Like Father, Like Son to a gold certification.
Since 10 years have passed following the release of Like Father, Like Son, here are 20 of the album's most stuntastic lines that will inspire you to max out your credit card and break the bank.
"I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet/I got the key to success, get money invest/Re-up with the rest. I got a Swedish connect/That means my weed is the best, homie, even the stress/OK, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess/Let's call my bullets a lump, I put 'em deep in your neck"
"Bling, bling king nigga, money ain't a thing nigga/Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal eagle wings/Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers/Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper/Zip it and whip it nigga, that's how we ship it, nigga/Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, nigga/I spent a mill on my grill for real/Cause we be stunting while we hustling, nigga making his meals"
"Pyong on the Yamaha, chromed out 11 hundred/What I'm doing? Getting money. What we doing? Getting money/What they doing? Hating on me, but they never cross/Cash Money still the 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"
"Yeah, bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say/Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way/And I'm, I'm sitting high, a gansta ride, blades/If you ain't gonna ride fly than you might as well hate/Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate/No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on my cake"
"Shorty, 98s, 45 paper plates/Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight/A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy, 25 on the pinky/Bought a pound of blow and bounced back/Matching grills, big houses on the hill/Got them hoes in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills/I start to holler, dollar after dollar/Flipping chickens, getting tickets/Want the money and the power"
"Yeah, when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz/I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends/White leather, hot new bare rims/Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair pin/Big work, we don't need a scale, man/Big papers say 'Good morning' to the mailman"
"Stuntin on them niggas, gettin’ money stayin' fly every day a nigga spendin’/Ridin’ 25’s and we blazin’ gettin’ high, nigga showin’ off his ride/Cruisin’ through the beach nigga rollin’ in them bimmers/Them people pull me over hatin’ ‘cause they can’t see us/Know I got the money (laws won’t leave me alone)/Now they actin funny ‘cause they know a nigga strong/Money long and we comin’"
"Look Birdman Jr. fuck the world pops/And we gon' keep it moving even if the world stops/Stay strapped and laced like girl socks/Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake/Birthdays was the worst days/Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty/Ya know, I do believe the moneys cursed me/So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me"
"M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake ho/If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke/Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece/A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease/You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard/Put Ross on the front just to front hard/Cash Money money comin' on freight liners/Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds"
"Two fifty on the grill spent the same on the watch/Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock/I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights/I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night/Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright/Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes"
"Nigga playin, doing about 180/Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade/Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky/G4 whenever, fly in any weather/Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers/Million on the floor/Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin flow"
"You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'/Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'/I'm Weezy fuck it/Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him/Yeah, and I don't ask for nothin' boy/I only Aston Buggy boy/And as for money/Watch the young god turn cash to money"
"Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki/Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street/Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat/Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats/Twenty on a bike, third world peace/Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet/Fo' five fo' a pound of that leaf/A hundred dollas for a chopper on the streets"
"Sixty-four 78 tiger seats/Ol' school drop tops on the beach/Birdman, we do this 'cuz we stunnas/Ain't nuttin' changed in them brand new Hummas/Hood rich, we do it fo' the numbas/Tha fo' fives and the tens and the hundreds/Two fifteen nigga talkin' cash shit/Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch"
"Hit her wit' that crook nigga fuckin' wit' crooks nigga/Know we 'bout that money and we stackin' like books nigga/Know what I do nigga them teardrops is true nigga/We stay so fly ride Bentley coupes nigga/Rolls Royce Corniches and asses by the beaches/Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features"
"Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard/Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge/Y'all niggas ain't eatin' how we eatin' B/Fuck how we used to be now we how we need to be/If they ain't wit' us they must be against us/We shoot 'em in the head cause they act like they senseless/If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance/We sharks over here nigga keep on fishing"
"Bossy nigga, so presidential, thanks to my dad/Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad/I'm mad as a motherfucker, why? I'm rich/Buy a bag, brother, get a nigga high, I'm lit/I'm bad, I hit'chu in ya eye and ya bitch/I hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, now ya sick/Hot Boy baby, yeah, hot cars, stock car, rock star"
"Nigga, yeah, we chilling with them bitches on us/Holla, nigga, while we counting our hood riches/Thinking 'bout all the hood niggas/Never got a chance to hit licks for them six figures/Nigga, and if you doing it how we done it, nigga/Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was coming, nigga/And every summer had Hummers, nigga/Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothing, nigga"
"I had 'em as lil' niggas, raised 'em 'round real niggas/Poppin' bottles fuckin' with them bitches nigga/Made money to the ceiling, me and my young nigga chilling/I'm in the streets, hustling, getting money nigga/Changed all my new shoes nigga, got some new tools/Nigga got some more jewels, we was getting money/And ain't nothing ever changed, still doing the thang/Still getting money, still spending change/We hustling from Sunday to Sunday"
"Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half bitch!/Yea, Birdman in a Benz wit' the duffel stuffed/Got a chopper wit' a drum and one iced up/Them people hot around my way but we don't give a fuck/We on the grind for the shine tryin' to come up/A black MAC, black 6, and a black Hummer/Them 13 hundreds, 14 hundreds, we be gettin' money"