Lyrics:
hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the young bull
Not Sammy the Bull, that pistol on my hip
Now I gotta
I'm sipping lean slow motion
I'm high as f**k but I'm swervin'
I'm flexing on 'em Hulk Hogan
And we loaded young rich niggas
We don't f**k with no b***h
ain't legit
I said f*ck it got smart moved out of town with this sh*t
And I ain't worried bout the next ni**a frown in this b*tch
Because I got money
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go 'round
So only
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Bum, bum-bum
This is gonna feel real good, aight?
Most
Young Money (Holiday Season)
If you could, you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to
da game
No matter how many time I go to jail
I can't never leave da game
No many how many times I f*** up
I can't never leave da game
Money
, with a contract, huh
My lawyer locked out , without a phone number as a contact
Mama Barely getting by, You screaming money on the books
I wanna give you
me, have this m'f think he gone find me, have this m'f think he gone find me
Oooo I'm the hottest young nigga its the truth
Ima pop my shit, act a fool
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
styrofoam,
Looking for a b**t, hey cuz pass me da optima,
Blaze that s**t up and watch these b***s f***g twerk some mo,
In the club when I walk in, all these
Hunnit
Since a Youngin I been chasing Money (Faxts)
F****d it and I got it back
I jugg pack I don't Trap (Faxts)
I do drugs ion go to sleep (Hell Nahh)
West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never f***ed wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First
We
'Cause Im fly? 'Cause Im flashy?
Why I do so much? Dont ask me,
'Cause Im fancy? And I show it?
Young rich nigga gettin' money you know it,
Is that
me sexing her
If you in motion makin real money, than i come and get you
Put da steel to ya face, make ah still picture
And I can still picture, brain
give it to ma young boys
You ain’t really bout that life you just make noise
You ain’t never been trapped in da trap
Trynna get out but you keep going
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat b****
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
B****es get to stepping like
Young boy burden on my head
Fa wo manna no bi mane y3n
I can't be alone by myself in this world
Risky I'm not taking that
The pain the agony on my chest
nobody know
Preach to da young bulls call me a pope
My shit aint ass i just needed it mixed
She got a sexy ass voice she talk wit a lisp
Met off her da
he getting money I know thats cap (Cap)
Scared by himself so he move in a pack
Cant roll with suckas man yall know that (Yall know)
Incredible hulk man
ain't New Orleans
I seen my homies flippin'
They just gettin' money
Young nigga I'm so hungry
But I'm eatin' fat meals
We takin' private trips, but i eat
it
Ha boys to man business
We don't hire bitches
Just fire bitches
It's young money fire spitters
Them red x's with us
And they ain't ate they
watch I ain't wasting no time
Got so many cars I dunno which one to drive
Eyes on the prize strapped with the 45
Micheal Jordan playing for the bulls in
Pressure applied till I'm on
F*** up the beat
You know I spit it be heat
A young n**** F*** up the sheets
After I hit she telling me her knees they be weak
I
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