Lyrics:
to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money, motherfucker, game over
Shots leave your body, lookin' like you doin' yoga
And Lord knows I'm
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
Yeah
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Dancing in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends
We're waltzin' in the wonder of why we're here
Time hurries by
think I forgot about that new calf that you sent
And the money in the mail that took care of the rent
Mama's cough's better and Johnny's home from
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 Orleans
I've got no
the wait Carter IV coming soon
Light it up 'cause I'ma smoke good
She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money mutherfucker game
When I was young at heart, I never had much money
But I never let faith depart, I kept it right beside me
When I was only seventeen, I knew just what
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
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 Orleans
I've got no
There is a house down in New Orleans
Down in the Vieux Carr'e
A house they call the rising sun
Where love and money are made
My father he was
of America, the name on the side
The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name
A daring young man played a dangerous game
[Chorus: x4]
With
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
the money
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Aw, look out, man!
Mr. Louis Tierney, now
Aw,
and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Fine wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh
clothes
And the length of his hair
And the lonely voice of youth cries
"What is truth?"
The young girl dancing to the latest beat
Has found new ways to move
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
white man gets the money
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Walk and talk, Suzie, walk
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
seem to mind all the time
Or the money they spend
It's a high price to pay
To just find a way to get by
But it's worth every dime
If they find a new
of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Can you use any money today?
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Nice new bills that we're giving
what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein' so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
names
I said hey sweet thing let me pull your string
Let me take you home
I woke up in a hour with my money and my memory gone.
[Chorus]
Young
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