Stuntin' Like My Daddy
Birdman f/t Lil Wayne Lyrics


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V'room 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 stunner, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you, lil' nigga, the money in the way
And I'm, I'm sitting high, a ganster ride blades
If you ain't gone ride fly, then you might as well hate
Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
It ain't my birthday, but I got my name on the cake
(Shit) believe that, if ya mans wanna play
I'm a fuck around and put that boy brains on the table
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 about 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, and she though I was back at it
I grab the keys, ho, I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

V'room 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 stunner, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

98's, forty-five paper plates
Ten, 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 hill
Got them hos in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills
On stunner island, dollar after dollar
Flipping chickens, getting tickets, want the money and the power
Born stunner, uptown hunter
Third ward G's, nigga, been about money
Ice chunks, 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

V'room 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 stunner, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

When I was sixteen, I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new pair of rims,
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin
Big work, we don't need scale, man
Big papers, say good morning to the mail man
What you now '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 a chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent, show me my opponent
I'm still balling, a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a pussy 'cause my hood'd never let me
A made nigga, got made niggas wit' me
I am a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to pop a wheelie

V'room 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 stunner, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
V'room, v'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred




V'room, v'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss

Overall Meaning

In the song "Stuntin' Like My Daddy," Birdman and Lil' Wayne boast about their wealth, power, and influence in the rap industry. The lyrics open with the image of Birdman riding a Yamaha motorcycle, proudly stating that he is "getting money." He asserts his dominance, stating that Cash Money Records is still a thriving company and that he is the boss. The chorus repeats the phrase "stuntin' like my daddy," suggesting that the two rappers are not only successful but also carrying on a legacy.


The verses are filled with imagery of lavish spending, with Lil' Wayne stating that he is "paid" and that money is in the way, preventing him from seeing lesser individuals. He goes on to mention bouncing back after buying a pound of blow and describe the luxurious objects that he owns, such as "matching grills" and "big houses on the hill." The song also includes violent imagery, with Lil' Wayne threatening to put someone's "brain on the table" if they mess with him.


Despite the song's braggadocious tone, it remains popular with audiences due to its catchy beat and memorable lyrics. "Stuntin' Like My Daddy" was a commercial success when it was released in 2006, reaching number 21 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart. It remains one of the most popular songs that Birdman and Lil' Wayne have collaborated on, and is often included in live sets.


Line by Line Meaning

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
Riding a Yamaha motorcycle with chrome details that has an engine capacity of 1100, making a loud engine noise as it accelerates.


What I'm doing? Getting money
Asking a rhetorical question to emphasize the pursuit of wealth and financial success as the primary objective.


What we doing? Getting money
Acknowledging that the collective of self and someone else is dedicated to acquiring money and wealth.


What they doing? Hating on us, but they never cross
Aware that others are envious of their financial success and criticize them, but will not confront them directly.


Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss
Asserting dominance and ownership over a successful music label/movement, Cash Money, and portraying oneself as the figurehead or main leader.


And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
Emulating the lavish lifestyle and financial success of Birdman, who is the father figure or mentor, and perpetuating this theme by repeating the line for emphasis.


I'm the young stunner, stuntin' like my daddy
Reiterating that despite being younger and potentially less experienced than Birdman, the same flashy and ostentatious financial success is being achieved.


Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Boasting that accumulated wealth and financial success have resulted in being wealthy, and this statement being conclusive in response to any further queries.


Can't see you, lil' nigga, the money in the way
Implying that the wealth or assets owned have become so large and numberous that the person speaking does not even notice or acknowledge those of less financial success.


And I'm, I'm sitting high, a ganster ride blades If you ain't gone ride fly, then you might as well hate
Driving a luxury car with large rims or 'blades', flaunting wealth, and asserting that anyone not achieving similar financial success and enjoying luxuries should either aspire to or resent them.


Shit, I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate It ain't my birthday, but I got my name on the cake
Acknowledging that acquiring wealth and assets is a constant need, likening it to the need to eat food regularly. Also, implying that an overwhelming number of possessions has resulted in being able to buy a cake with one's own name on it despite it not being their birthday.


(Shit) believe that, if ya mans wanna play I'm a fuck around and put that boy brains on the table
Asserting that anyone who tries to disrespect or engage in conflict with the person speaking will face extreme violence to the point of getting killed.


Pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em lay
Continuing the violent rhetoric from the previous line by implying that anyone confronted or fought will first be beaten or injured, then left to suffer alone.


Where I'm from, we see a fucking dead body every day That's uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Describing the reality of frequent murder and violence in one's neighbourhood, and flippantly suggesting throwing money at dead bodies instead of feeling compassion.


Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em
Threatening to take action against any person or group who tries to criticize or oppose the person speaking, even through making a song about them, which may receive negative attention or backlash.


Ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict And she saw me cooking eggs, and she thought I was back at it
Boasting that sexual relations with someone else's partner have been established, and then describing a situation where cooking eggs (potentially referencing cooking crack cocaine) is mistaken for a return to drug dealing.


I grab the keys, ho, I gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs
About to leave to handle financial business, and donning motorcycle gear and loafers/shoes with no laces, which suggests luxury and an expensive or fashion-focused outfit.


98's, forty-five paper plates Ten, the whole thing, big money heavy weight
Referring to a classic Oldsmobile sedan from 1998 with custom license plates and a 10-pound bag of drugs with high resale value, establishing a criminal and profitable drug trade.


A hundred stacks, spend fifty on a caddy, twenty-five on the pinky Bought a pound of blow, and bounced back
Owning a stack of one hundred thousand dollars in cash and spending half on a Cadillac car and a quarter on an expensive diamond ring, then buying a pound of cocaine and still remaining financially comfortable.


Matching grills, big houses on the hill Got them hos in the kitchen all cooking, paying bills
Having identified teeth 'grills' that match, owning luxurious houses on hills, and women working in the house's kitchens while also taking care of household expenses.


On stunner island, dollar after dollar Flipping chickens, getting tickets, want the money and the power
Metaphorically referencing existing in one's own status of being a 'stunner', achieving financial growth and increasing profits, flipping drugs, gaining criminal charges but still pursuing wealth, fame, and influence.


Born stunner, uptown hunter Third ward G's, nigga, been about money
Establishing oneself as a natural and inherent stunner or someone who is very skilled at materialistic desires, being an opportunistic hustler in one's neighbourhood, Third Ward of New Orleans, and exemplifying a gangster (with the G's) who only cares about gaining wealth.


Ice chunks, Birdman, red monkeys White tees on them chromed-out eleven hundreds
Wearing sizeable and flashy diamond jewellery, mimicking Birdman's style, donning expensive and rare clothing brand Red Monkey, and wearing white t-shirts while still riding Yamaha motorcycles with chrome details.


You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer And this is how we spend money
Performing excellently during every summer and persevering through summer hardships, all while flaunting wealth and financial success.


You see them Bentleys and them Lambs' Them ounces and them grams, bitch, we was born hustlers
Pointing out fancy cars like Bentley and Lamborghini, as well as measuring drug quantity in ounces and grams, all while attributing the success to being born with inherent hustling instincts.


When I was sixteen, I bought my first Mercedes Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends
Sharing the memory of how one bought their first Mercedes Benz luxury car at 16 years old and boasting sexual exploits, including cheating on girlfriends with other women.


White leather, hot new pair of rims, Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin
Owning luxury accessories such as white leather clothing and recently launched car rims, as well as purchasing a new, powerful firearm with a hairpin-like trigger.


Big work, we don't need scale, man Big papers, say good morning to the mail man
Dealing with large amounts of drugs or currency that don't require weighing for accuracy, and having so much money that banknotes need to be regularly collected and likely transported by mail truck.


What you know 'bout putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff a coupe like a motherfucking caravan
Asking a rhetorical question that implies expertise in placing drugs in the spare tire location of a car, and also being able to fit large quantities of drugs and/or cash in a regular car like a caravan vehicle.


I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you're looking at a chairman
Being fully focused and in the zone, with expertise in a particular subject area or lifestyle, and then being acknowledged as a leader or authority figure within said field.


How you want it? Show me my opponent, show me my opponent I'm still balling, a bullet gotta get me
Confrontational offer to show the person or group who is opposing or challenging the individual, and asserting that no matter what happens, they will die wealthy or continue to be successful despite potential threats.


And I've never been a pussy 'cause my hood'd never let me A made nigga, got made niggas wit' me
Portraying personal character traits or values of toughness and bravery or always standing up for oneself due to the environment in which one grew up. Also, affirming that one has made their way up in gangster culture and only associates with other powerful or influential individuals.


I am a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to pop a wheelie V'room, v'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred
Implying expertise in motorcycle riding and performing stunts, then ending the song with the same line as the first, referencing the Yamaha motorcycle and revving it loudly again.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, BRYAN WILLIAMS, TRISTAN JONES

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