Lyrics:
the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh, for sure
Ain't tryin? to brag just as long as you knows
Hey you, tell me
bitch? Diamonds everywhere
No hope in this bitch. White girls, on white girl in this bitch
Every fucking girl wanna kiss me on the lip
Small world. Same
at all
Worth every second in the world aye
She work hard
Way ahead of any curve
And she keep her circle small
Cause she don't trust the other girls look
I
and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars
the world
I'm connected like wifi
Why ask why I do what I do?
But your girl got the answers
I'm screwing her too
This a Young Money party
Bring you and your
of money Cedi and the Naira
I'mma break it down for you raw like a cypher
What else
There's a lot of girls in here
But you're looking like you the one
Omoge
life
I said stand up for your life young girl
Get up stand up for your life
Get up stand up for your life
Even darkness comes to light
I said young
many girls, and spent so many faces
And every girl in the world know who Ma$e is
But right now that's really not what the case is
Let's be real, I
pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her
girl she tryna jerk me (Young Money)
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) (boy)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all
I told y'all (Ha ha hahaha)
I told y’all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that
(Young Money) i told
of my head
because it's hard to face the things she said
Poppy fell in love with a country girl
I'm rich so I can take her all around the world, getting
a rich girl, girl
And you livin in that rich girl world
Well bitch I'm a pimp, baby it's da Roc
I'm da baby from da block
They can hate they can't fade
ten hotels
Never sleepin' in one of rooms nigga
(Acidic)
Young rich nigga gettin' money nigga
And I'm stayin' flyer than a broom nigga
(Nigga stayin'
has potential to learn he will eventually
I got my money on the fire in his heart
I got my money on the pain in his soul
I got my money on the rise
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
She's a young city girl
Some treat her like dirt some treat her like a pearl
I grew up in her streets
Wouldn't change it for the world
Gotta love
fan of this next line I wrote
I hate the fact I gotta say, "Rest in peace to Pop Smoke" (damn)
The good die young, it really wasn't his time
Him
about
They ain't know that throwin' salt just season our flavor
You and me against the world, the odds in our favor
Haunted by your past mistakes
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
some 1's nigga
Zone six, niggas get money like Harlem niggas (Harlem!)
Aye, I'm Michael Jordan bitch in every city (every city)
I'm making movies
many girls, and spent so many faces
And every girl in the world know who Ma$e is
But right now that's really not what the case is
Let's be real, I
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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