Lil Wayne, Tyga, Young Money, Drake, Gudda Gudda, Shanell, Nicki Minaj, Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Mack Maine, T Streets Buy This Song
What it do nigga This your nigga T-Streets bang bang In the building This young money First up My nigga, Gudda Gudda Double "G" Blap, blap They call me Young Gudda I'm all about the doe still And anybody in my way, Roadkill Everything my hands touch turn to gold Money, Knots and Jewels with no records sold (Yeah) I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure Guillotine flow who ready to get severed nigga In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga Now we goin' take it to Harlem Millz, let'go Yo, We are Young Money nigga you can't chocha It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa Y-M vultures, there ain't a family doper We done changed the way the game look, Sammie Sosa (Ha ha) This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor Just symbolize I go hard Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the Yankees Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me Now we goin' take this to the west coast Tyga Tyga Uh, fast money I don't slow dance Young Money muthafucka' till the world end Money over weight, bitch, Rosanne I don't listen to these kids, grown man Skinny nigga dubbed dough low hand Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin Make ya soul spin when the pin loading Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud Yeah, now its childs play nigga My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee Young money lil' G, Battle juice in my blood Jumpin' at the boy Man, you better have ya bungee cord Since Wayne took me off the leash I ain't lose a fight yet Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk to me Keep playin' freddy boi, I'll leak on ya elm street Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get It's Young money till the bone grizzle, ya dig Now we got the hottest nigga on the internet Lil' Twist Hefner Young money good night, And yeah I'm goin' shine like an ultra violet light Lil' Twist cold cellar like it's opening tonight Going for the first nigga to write You need a telescope sight To try to see me, I'm so far gone Even though I'm goin' off kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the playboy home Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song Twizzy Yeah next up We got the best raptress alive Nicki Minaj I'm in that cotton pink Bent' Put macs on the guts White on white whips Kunta Kinte on the clutch You at the bottom of the pole, Totem Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotum Flier than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any And it's going down like Santa in the chimney You don't ball break ya baby back ribs You need more a**istance than the handicap kids Now the beautiful Ms. Shanell Young money we rockstars So f*ck wit' ya magnum on And hold on, we go long You feel that, we get that We in that, we run that, we bus back We hit 'em when we see 'em coming back for more Back for more Next up my nigga Mack Maine Stupid-Mack-Nupid One Hundred Michael, Wade family in the building you can't hold us Me, taz and Wayne we the three new moguls Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates And we don't eat up in our whispa' they got paper plates Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove! This track different now they nod this the genesis Young money murderers, we killin' shit Forever Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em Alright I got this, you can never get this I built it up from nothin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit Swear the beats they give me got a mu'fuckin' death wish Yeah, tell me who controls kings I don't follow rules, stupid old things I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings My team deserves some muthafuckin' supa'bowl rings Young Money (Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy) I'm so in this bitch, C-E-O in this bitch Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this bitch Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch In the body of the World, money is the blood And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank Uh making deposits till I fucking faint New Orleans, nigga how 'bout them fucking saints Its tight on our end call that Bubba Franks Matter fact its too tight add a couple links I'm the bars-tender you a women drink Yeah its young money but the money ain't Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage Uh It's Young Mula baby
Written by: Angel Aponte, Rashad Ryan Ballard, Dwayne Michael Carter, Aubrey Graham, Carl Lily, Onika Maraj, Jarvis Mills, Christopher Moore, Jermaine Preyan, Marco Antonio Rodriguez, Michael Stevenson, Shanell Woodgett
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