Lyrics:
Drake X Bobby Shmurda X Migos X 808mafia -Do Not Disturb DEMO Beat.Prod.by.Arlin.
Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
funny hugging, Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock
Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Stirring up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins
Are you getting back
Coming to the stage is a girl who's new in town
She goes by the name where your stacks at
This pretty little thing I swear
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
right above it
We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in
follow y'all suggestions,
I just always did my own thing,
Now I run the game, you stupid mudda-suckas
I see all this money through my Ohio State buck
Who's that no face drive by no trace
Mob ties no Drake hands tied caught case
Yes, bird's eye no nest, my choppa land success
Who's that no face
Bobby Brown
Drake's s***ty music got me Millie Bobby down
We making real music where's my Millie Bobby crown
Got my dick sucked by a willy gobby clown
that want my money
There's girls that want my time
But my drive-by lover leaves 'em all behind
Believe I'll turn around and drive back by
She's my
the bars-tender you a women drink,
Yeah its young money but the money ain't,
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic,
Millz
call it love
(Oh Pete Drake)
Bo came by to see us he's a friend of days gone by
Danny played some guitar licks that made me want to cry
Ol'
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
[Intro: Drake]
I can buy it all out
But this the only shit that I sip though
So tell 'em bring the waitress
And I won't even ask what it is, no
Just
Side by side we face each other
Standing here alone together
Your code ill break,
You made your last mistake
Called out cold war
Remnants now
a home
Money can't make love grow any stronger when you leave your woman home alone
She can't raise the children with no daddy
She can't love a man
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
for a pulse
It's Young Money
But you can call us multiple choice (ha ha)
See you can choose me
Choose Mack or Gudda Gud', Streets, Drizzy Drake
Uh
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Call up on drank and let's, let's call up and
Uh
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip until I
to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
Sometimes it'll get you by
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
Let the poets write of love
It sounds good
uh (ooh)
Drivin' foreign cars, I ain't got no license, no (yoom)
Never fuckin' broke niggas and they triflin' (ugh)
Now these niggas give me money
say no to the stripes. I go Drake on it (Drake)
I get checks
Then I buy me a check on it (check, check)
I ain't sending no hooks or no verses for free
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