[Intro: Rick Ross]
Born stunna
(Mmmaybach Music)
I’m a born stunna
(Mmmaybach Music)
Huh, born stunna
Flashing lifestyle
You know that guy, right?!

[Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, huh, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Huh, born stunna, huh, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another [bad word] 
Huh

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Born stuntin’, rap huntin’
Flock a hundred of them things for them cheat numbus
Ride numbus, head huntin’
Hit the mall with my [bad word] and blow another hunid
Red flaggin’, poppin’ red bottles
I’m talkin’ big faces, money and the power
Sway linin’, with my man in it
Birdman, [bad word] and I’ve been kickin’
Yea, so my baby want a new wheel
Pearl white, stay fresh on that new [bad word] 
You dig? Born hustlin’ on that money [bad word] 
Ya feel? Blowin’ mills, big jewels
 [bad word] 

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, huh, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Huh, born stunna, huh, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another [bad word] 
Huh

[Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy [bad word]  we in the money lair
See, we shinin’ like the money can
Since the money came, [bad word] we throw the money fan
Yea, YMCMG
Loto jacked in the hustle since I hit the streets
2-50 on the new piece
New condo, 20.000 square feet
Ballin’, uptown suicide
Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, huh, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Huh, born stunna, huh, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another [bad word] 
Huh

[Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Cash money, money stacks
Been grindin’ since the lineage with that cromag
Fifty whip sittin’ right in front of that
Ocean view, top floor, blew a hundred racks
G5’in with them chandeliers
Checker floors, tattoo tears
Uptown [bad word] on the battle field
Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels
Candy coated, a Harley Davis
Stuntin’ on them niggas like the old baby
Bad [bad word]  matchin’ Gucci bikes
My sun lit, we live a high life

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, huh, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Huh, born stunna, huh, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another [bad word] 
Huh

[Rick Ross]
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags