Lyrics:
thirteen and fourteen
Drivin' Cadillacs, Benz's and shit (I see you, boy)
Young motherfuckin' hustlers (make that money, boy)
Stay strong, nigga
You
and worry 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
Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no
at the docks
He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age, go after
walkin to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New
walkin to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
at the docks
He tell me I'm gaining weight, I tell him I'm getting paid
Money Over Bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave
Developed at a young age, go after
to stackin' up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people they'd step back
When a young man walked by
But you know nowadays it's the old man
He's got all
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ steel ]
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gives the honey
Dark man raise the cotton
the old days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people the stepped back
When a young man walked by
But you know nowadays
It's the old man, he's got
Money by the abundance
Yeah, YMCMB flashy life
What it do, young king, it's yo turn, boy
they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one, Tunechi
No new
the money
(New York, New York, get bent, keep wildin')
Stop smilin', and still don't nothin' move but the money
(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting
they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one, Tunechi
No new
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans
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
Because they're young, because they're young
The stars are twice as bright above
Their dreams are new but they'll come true
Because they're young
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
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
Got some new money went and bought me a K
You see all them VV's jump out the face
Put that dope in the trap and cook up me a cake
We fly to Cuba
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
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