Lyrics:
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready
on their faces
They're lost and don't know where to go
He said I'll get the people straightened
By putting on a puppet show
The young New Mexican puppeteer
a young boy tryin' to be loved
So let me give it to ya
I don't wanna know about your new man
'Cause if it was meant to be
You wouldn't be callin' me
higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
Huna, Fuck A Hot Sex Summa
Stay Stutting, Plus I Know The Real Stunna
Young Money Cash Money, Fuck A New Comma
She Need A Quick Come Up
Bitch Lick The Cum
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's
I'm out here to get this money baby
37, throwin' dice up
Long nights of the wake up
New check, fuck my life up
Anytime I'm in a new city
I prefer
Time's a gettin' hard boys money's gettin' scarce
Times don't get no better boys gonna leave this place
Take my true love by her hand lead her
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money
this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
Birdman, what up?
Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get this money
Fuck these niggas
And you know what I said
I said, fuck 'em!
Uh,
shaking from a storm in me
Haunted by the specters that we had to see
Yeah I wanted to be the melody
Above the noise, above the hurt
I was young
Not
The young men in my country
They have no place
Surplus to requirement
They live in some kind of disgrace
Stood in line to beg for money
From
the rear leaning
Back on the futon
Grand Hustle we do one thing
Get money money money money money
I'm a young king
I don't talk I let my gun sing
Nigga got
The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end
There's many
before I ever stepped into a church and that motherfucker still owe me money
I need a religion to follow
I swear to God that I got more problems than
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
I'm gettin' money so bitch stop asking
You harassing
Quavo, come here come stand by me
Quavo, when you gon come talk to me
I'm cooking and rapping
guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty
I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie
When he came home, he
Get at us dJ Whiteowl
Good morning, New York
Good afternoon, New Orleans
Goodnight, America
This is Young Money nicki Minaj
They don't make us
You're a young bravado
A bandit playing pirate games
Wear a coat of rebel anger
Call it by another name
Hey you so many years to go
Too young
Making money off the trade
You could say I had it made
Drugs are on the rise and
It's not a big surprise
You see no soul in a young brother's eyes
Trying
stepped into a church and that motherfucker still owe me money
I need a religion to follow
I swear to God that I got more problems than there is bitches in
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