Lyrics:
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid, will you marry me
This then, sir, was her reply
Oh no,
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
girls say, everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Money)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Okay, come on
Good evening New York
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
out just to get a stack back
Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants
Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant
It started out
car killing
Gossipping? Man, fuck the car, look at the man in it, ha
Boys-to-man business, we don't hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire
from off of the Street
She put a new suit on by back
And new boots on my feet
Said, "Thank you, kind lady
What do you want in return?"
She said,
[B-section]
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
young money on the flo'
connection to the Chi
what it is!
I roll through the block and the roof be low and the 22's
(shinin' in the dark, bitch)
Grindin' makin' money (CMB, yeah)
Grindin' makin' money
Back on my stunna shit
Fly with a extra clip
Fly in the new whip
Winding paths through tables and glass
First fall was new
Now watch the summer pass
So close to you
Too late to keep the change
Too late
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga offin' gold seals
Countin' up money getting chills
We some young niggas on for real
Tokyo drift through
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
rich nigga made a milli off of trapping
Young nigga playing with Mariah like Nick Cannon
All my goons young, I know I'm a money savage
Young nigga,
The nigga wanna be me, don't it?
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (damn)
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money
[Chorus:]
We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
ain't never tripping
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talking about money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic Stan Van
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole,
the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New
News - TV guides you through uncomfortable questions
Doctor advises it's the communist problem
To change the truth until
It's worth money
It's
the fairest of maidens
She out shined all others that I'd known by far
I had a friend, a big fella, named big Harlan Taylor
Harlan had a rubber-tired, new
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