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to flex wit the cash out
Yeah I'm the young nigga wit the big boy bands
And I see em hatin' but they bitch be fans
Run it up quick off contraband
Feel like

gave a fuck about a silly hoe
Never gave a fuck about a silly hoe
I get a nut and get a buck up out a silly hoe
I'm the type to fuck your wife put it

A little nigga with a big dream dirty Money trying get it clean
My lifes a movie no big screen Fairytale story that was fit for a rich king
Eating

Imma grant all her wishes
Crazy 'bout all her business
Imma burn all those witches
Take away all yo bitches

Young g's wanna waste money on hoes
I

the time to speak
Sure that you'd be surprised to see
About all the life he lived
A young man's heart full of grit

Ask him, tell you about the good old days

rollie rollie gold
Rollie rollie rollie gold

Shiftin' on the block, turn a stripper to a broad
Hoe to a wife, I'm raising money like my child
Straight

so young
The corrupt politician in the government can't get enough
For working families the money is too scarce to live on
I can't take it anymore it's

like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust

Nigga I live like an old man
But I'ma young man
With bout three million dollars

tomorrow
Just know it's all yeah it's all for you

Money, good head yeah it's all IQ
When I'm in ya city can I fall by you
When the next hit ? Man that's all

bout nothing else when money on my mind
Learned to never cuff a bitch i'm way too young for a wife

Still I take that girl out now she higher than

tonight
She know that I'm lit for life
Nigga that's right
I might just fuck on your wife
I got your bitch selling white
I'm getting money tonight (yeah,

numb for the money
Submission has stunned me
Happiness by trial
Self destructive style
You would be so proud of
What I did for your love

I was told that

He played army with his buddies
Way back when they were young
Pretending pine cones were their hand grenades
And broken branches were their guns

money by the duffle
Then I'll be back to hold you  in a hurry

Every night That I be gone
Just know I'm on the road
I need dat young money
I can't wait

don't know me by my government just my handle
Whole lotta' money you'd think that I gamble
Bend that bitch over she look like a camel
Diamonds they

fucked her
I cant wife the bitch cause for the money she a busser
I cant trust the bitch so Imma slide on another
Momma called my phone to tell me she

Money is my mistress and the game my wife
Ima young hot Boy witta a gang of ice
& a brain fulla game that can change ya life
I count my hunnids by da

That safi boy 
It’s you boy mr mageek 

Young Icon 

I’ve been looking for that special kind of love 
I’ve been searching for that special kind

Verse 1:
Well let me tell you about a young lady/
That I met back in January
She have a husband his name is jerry/
And the man big tall and he scary/

in line
My n****s know I'm gonna get mine
From a young age had to get by
From a young age stopped my lies
From a young age fell in love with night
My

didn't know
When they were young

You could of gone to Juilliard
Your vicious Old Man
Man, he really seemed like he was a bastard
He took the money from

right
Hoping for a beautiful wife- making babies by the candlelight
Forever young you know we live- turnt up a like sign
Got em' wondering why- they want

the green
But why is that?
Cause we some young niggas and we glowing up
Money there then we showing up
Showing out and that's sure enough like
Man I swear we

they sure are in love with money.

I would love to freeze my sick body
Eternally young, eternally young!
Spending millions to amuse my rich colleagues