Lyrics:
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Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
across
Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults
Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man,
shit get messy, drop that money, that's a blessin' (what now young?)
I'm a thug, I'm a thug, I sell them drugs and rob the plug (fuck 'em)
Who gives
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
sin
Indeed you are of the sinful
And the women in the city said, The governor's wife is seeking to seduce her young servant
Indeed she loves him
and drove away
To THE CAN
Where Neil Young slipped another disc
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
(And that was
as that side
Cases that could have brought me money
By some kind of incomprehensible force for me collapsed
All the savings, everything was gone
And I again
do not beat women i did
Not beat up my ex wife stop
You got beat up in court how much
Money do you want? Do you want
Me to relinquish my rights to see
I'm so full of shit
Young degenerate
Young degenerate, hey
Young degenerate
I'm so full of shit
Antifa is my clique
Young degenerate, hey
Young
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
money buy me stuff
Fly fly where mi want fi go
Your wife want me wife her to
Me wise, me just want one touch
I'm so wanted by theses ho's
Everybody wah
and baddies but niggas first
I don’t got time for that bullshit
I got money moves a young nigga gotta make
Saw the Louis on me, now she in love with me
Saw
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Rule number one is get money
Number two is get money, R.I.P. to Young Dolphin
Everything black on black, yeah
Amex, melanated dark skin
Y'all runnin'
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
to ever bring a bitch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga
No, ain't no nigga like me
Ya dig
I said I know you see me chilling
me, they be telling you lies
I got too many hoes think I need me a wife
Shawty, she just wanna party
She's spending all my money
Fuck it, I might just
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life
it up
Won’t wife no hoe
But when you give it up gotta go
See I’m 5-kelz
From head to toe
(Young nigga he can drip like that ugh)
Some niggas hating
But
and make her
Sing like Anita Baker
They all under estimated, but I made it
So Im waving from that young
Money flow while we parading
Yeah we the champs so
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
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