Lyrics:
Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
my dm
Now that I got money, she keep tryna be my bm
Beggin me to take the condom off but I can’t be him.
Nono, first of all, we fucking on Da lowlow
or possessions or money
When in real life you f**kin’ broke
You are a joke, you are a joke
I ain't got time for your lies
Bruh that shit leave it behind
I know
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
Non e personale,
E strettamente Commerciale
Davvero
Yeah
Look
Simple & Plain
F*ck all you lames
Fu*k all the bull$hit
& F*ck all the games
cash motherfuckin' money baby, come on
Wish a nigga would say somethin', da-da
Standin' right here, guns out boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back, yeah
cash motherfuckin' money baby, come on
Wish a nigga would say somethin', da-da
Standin' right here, guns out boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holla back, yeah
I body everything I’m on
And what I’m wearing
(Hold on)
I don’t give a f*** i just
Stopped caring , I’m young
I’m tryna chill and rack
I’m just
the enemy
They're just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody's
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
can kiss the young bull ass
No suicide doors I don’t want her
New Aventador I’m da Owner
Mogul Mindstate Im da owner Fuck a co-sign I’m the owner
Fuck
Makankhaf ghir mn rebbani
Makanchmch ghi mn li rebbani
M3a chorta i don't panic
7afer 3el money no bunny
I make them hoes go left
Hit kayflexew f net
a customer
Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy a young bull come charging when he running you
We ain't over there in public houses like we growin' too
girl, she gettin' paid today
Ha hah ha
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
Cause they can never take the
Game from a young G
I pack a pistol in
club with my big bro
Named Weezy F, and we do it the best
Already 60 racks and leave the floor messy
Young Money, homie, YMCMB
Got a brown tone for
Ayy, yo
Young Money, nigga
Hello Brooklyn
President Carter, Nicki Lewinsky
Me and the Dread, yo, give him some head, blow
Long as he know he
gang money.
Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that
Somehow all da good ones
Steady getting ran down
But I'm just tryna lift all my guys up
They love to see u fall
Love it more when u rise up
As a young bull
Sies, wa tshameka
Outta da way, kea feta
Location for the haters: in the basement, sala fao
I'm the main man, no replacement, if you hatin, what a wow
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
Diamonds on me wetter than a tub
call my phone
I am labeled the greatest
I f*** wit da Foes
And the T's and the Stones
You know Sanee
I'm surrounded by greatnesses
I gotta glo that's
when I was down
Now that I'm up I look around, seeing all the F***kery around, around
Me, Me!
Young Bull im on that dream like a red rag
Young king let
flicking
Get money, f*** b****es
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P,
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