Lyrics:
Young n**** with old soul since the age 13, reside from the tracks lil busta off from 13th
I got older, jumped off the porch seen what this life
young and selfish yeah
Baby girl stay by my side (yeah)
We finna get rich as f**k(rich as f**k)
We finna get rich as f**k
Just be patient
I know it takes
made that crack muafucka don't be belittled
Game made by the government you know they loving it
Go to jail make bail money can't get enough of it
Slimey
said trust the word not the man on the pulpit
Pastor don't be on that bullsh*t
Told me how young black boys get shown the least love
cnd unforgiven by
look surprised i know the love fake
Them n***** hate on me, cause I'm a young bull
Mother f****** quick to judge, don't know what im going through
But if
P**** nigga
Play den up the tech
Young niggas killing off da rip
I just made a killing
Off a zip
I just went to trial
Facing me a hunnid years
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
ain't f*ckin wit no cheese eaters a m*thaf*ckin mouse
Half of Molly for da 3 cause it's a m*thaf*ckin drought
I pop dat purple by the P I f*ck a hoe n
Young bulls take this walk with me, let me talk
Lil nigga grew up in the mix and got a heavy heart
But let me keep it real you riding you better park
How
Racks got my pants bustin' out of the seams
Swipe Rixh young n**** I'm livin' a dream
Who came through on all that f*** s***
I just popped 10 bottles
And the fly mayors
Real deal money makers
Open up my blinds and get my shit off the floor
Hold up wait I think I hear somebody at the door
Da da da da da da da
talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like
with people getting money like the finest sear
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped
And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm
and codes
I'm on real
N***a time
Youngin on
My grind
I'm just a dboy
Chasing dreams
Traumatized by da
Bulls**t Got me
Off the scene
Still clutch on mines
I
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
Villa by da water
Forget about a quota
Speeding down the shoulder
Red Range Rover
Show up with money like Oprah
Ace of da spades
Cause it's broads all
'Cause they can never take the game from a young G.
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
Damned if I don't
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) (swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) (swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money)
With your
they ask me who the girl in the car its jus my baby momma
I don't give a f**k about the hoe!
I sock that b**** in the jaw by surprise and pull the nails
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 see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
they can never take the game from a young G
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
I'm gettin money
Damned if I don't, and damned
jumpin'
My man always jumping in the gym
No basketball though
Jumping out da gym'
Jumping out da gym
No Clyde Drexler, money jumping out da gym
Jumping out
money don’t change you see
It really show us da person you already was
F em it made me no lesser
Say dat Dey good but naw I ain’t Been feelin da pressure
(and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
To Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
Da Booty (and if you is
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