Lyrics:
out
But if these f**k n****s ever try me I’ma air it out
You loose your life if you play bout this s**t these n****s be flexing got money to get
I’m
bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you
Spray your s*** up (Blrrt)
Young n**** can’t wait to do it
Count that s*** up (Blrrt)
Then went and bought back the hood
F***** on your h** (Blrrt)
I ain't no dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F
***as
We run this mu'f***a
So f*** them n****s
And f*** them hoes
Money talks,
We say hello
And I'm so, I'm so
I'm so Young mula baby
OK it's too
throttle
Ima pop, Bottle up, Bottle down
Now I'm waved , Knuckle down
Knuckles up, Buckle up
This go be a long journey young buck
We say F,,, All our enemies
over nothing
Can't let a broke a** n***a push my buttons
And I'll be d****d if I get trapped by a runner
Pistol at the party shout out to my brother
F
Hatin' On Em'
What Dey Doin'? Hatin' On Em',What We Doin'?
Gettin' Money But I Gotta Floss,Cte Still Da Label Nigga
Jezzy Da Boss....
[Verse 1: Young
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
out
Young Money, motherfucker, where the cash at? (Ugh)
I put numbers on your head like a class hat (hoo)
See, I done been through everything like
, blue face money
仓库里面装满世界各地金银财宝
My vault is stuffed with world treasure
Daddy让我出门不要穿的那么高调
Daddy told me not to dress so flashy
像我这样的年轻人会被坏女人遇到
a young
me if you know it by now oh!
Steal my money ho, steal my money oh
Is it s***** living in Atlanta, GA
At 39*********arkway?
You f***** fool, Imma take
The Don Make It Happen Like Genie He made a wish F*** N**** want to be me
Keep talkin yo sh** old heads said I’m legit can tell by my fit they like ooo he
everyday i stay up all night
Show me the money
I'm gonna get it by any means
My song on every chart
But niggas say I'm wack
Niggas say I'm wack
But I'm
money jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Dominee, money jumping out da gym, gone
By the jail stretchy landings, how I does it
Yeah , RuLA
(ChaseP with that fire)
I'm a young bull
But all the young bulls
Call me old head
Cus I be dropping
All my knowledge on them
Like
a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich nigga, we the new trend now
Came a long
AS F*CK
I work hard I'm on my grind
I got yo back but who got mine
South sac city I’m reppin' that 9
I do look good and I did take time
I’m the design you
the design you cannot f*ck w/ my rhyme yo flow is on the decline
I'm on a high it's my turn
Watch out lil B**ch don't kill my vibe
I'm dat guy I could take
the best young n***as that yall on, Gold Bars, one by one and we’ll pick ‘em off
Shaun Jeanette (Chorus/Bridge)
All of my girls said don’t sweat him (Nooo)
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