[Lil' Wayne - Intro:]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets
[Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in
[T-Streets - Chorus:]
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
[Jae Millz - Verse 3:]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jae but you can call me Millsbury Doughboy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an iron
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds
[Chorus]
[Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a maniped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Eventhough I'm in mexico
I rep New York like Plaxico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hannukah
Lewinski bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape
[Chorus]
Other
Young Money - Streets Is Watchin' lyric
Young Money - She Is Gone (feat. Pleasure P) lyric
Kane is in the Building nigga
Fairwell [x3]
Fairwell [x3]
Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone
Where, Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch
[T-streets]
Uhh, man I aint never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent by her mama told her i'll holla
Tryin get it poppin' now I'm single like a dolla
I'm killing these hoes my swagga is a murder weapon
I'm wanted, fuck around and get arrested
I'm martin Tell that bitch get to steppin'
Good morning, brand new bitch for breakfast
T-Streets what they call me
I never met desperate
Don't know lonely
Go bout your business
Let them other hoes want me
Fairwell [x3]
Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone
Where, Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch
[Millz]
My old bitch gone, my new bitch with me
And she in the club lookin' for a new bitch wit me
And truthfully tonight I might have your bitch with me
She aint gonna dive in that Benz, but she gunna dip wit me
Her girl must thought Millz was the next man
Who knows where she at
She's probably wit her ex man
No second guessin' what's the next plan
New season back to the green like a jets fan
I'm bout money and that attracts divas
You putta ring on her musta thought she was a keepa
But now that girl gone like a fast ball of cheetah
Fairwell [x3]
Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone
Where, Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch
[Gudda Guda]
East side Gudda add another Gudda
My Bitch was actin' up so I had to get another
Pockets on full chips stacked like pringles
Cancel that bitch buy another like Nino
I lost one, got ten more callin' man
Women like fleas can't shake dem bitches offa me
I have a new one every morning with my coffee
I'm on that sip' she love it when I'm off speed
So your not wanted like an orphan
Your nothing to me just another dog bitch barkin'
No need to come back bitch
You could keep walkin'
Fairwell [x3]
Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone
Where, Where my old lady at
Where my old, Where
She is gone, she is gone [continued....]
Where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Where, where my old lady, Imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
When I see that bitch, imma kill that bitch
Where my old lady, imma kill that bitch (Fairwell [x3])
Where, where my old lady, imma kill that bitch
Man fuck dat hoe, but imma kill that bitch
Fairwell [x3]
Young Money - Roger That lyric
[Nicki]
IM in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts
Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch
C'mon nigga is you trickin or what
Flow tighter than a dick in the but
Jus hopped off the plane came back from van couv
Little white tee sum boobs n bamboo
White girls tell me hey nicki you cant loose
Is that why you get more head than shampoos
Asalaam alaikum no oink fa me
N I never let a d boy boink for free
Cuz its barbie bitch you can join the wave
I done penny nickel dime I done caught da fraze
You cudnt beat me derre if ya had a layer
Indian style court side wit a cavalier
Vip roseas you can have a beer
Cuz honey when you gettin money you dont have a care.
Roger Dat [6x]
[Tyga]
Young black ricos
Kill fa da c notes
But me doe
I jack son bitch tito
She wanna play games
But dis is not bingo
Monopoly I'm pass go
Gon head n deep throat
4 chick 4 somes
Skin colors mocha
Sally and sonia put tha pussys on my totum
Pole
Wat stroke em
Strike ya like bowlin
Now open like ya yawnin
Its 6 in tha mornin
Sleepin on me probly in a cauffin
I'm hotter than the end of fuckin august
I'm awesome
Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers
Tygas no dad but I'm tha ma fucka
Ma fuckas
Dis tha last supper
Look no hands
I'ma bread cuffer
I dont dare lover
I'm a dare devil
I dont fear nun
Mafucka
YOUNG MONEY!
Roger Dat.
[Wayne]
Fresh off tha jet sharper than gillette
The blunt still wet so pass it like bread
We sip side a mug we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters we call it sun debt
I'ma beast
You a pit
Ak long kneck
Keith sweat
Weezy mothafucka
Capo n dis bitch wit me
Money talks n have a convo n dis bitch wit me
I'm mountain high colorado in dis bitch wit me
Flow crazy 730 you jus 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin to the bank
I'm a goof ball (ha ha)
Its ym
N we at ya kneck like a violin
Its our world
We make it spin
N yall tha prey..AMEN
Now roger dat
Roger dat
Where rog at
I heard rog a rat
Fuck around n neva get rogered back
Young Money - Pass The Dutch lyric
[Lil Wayne]
Too many women, and not enough time
Im a cool cat, but im on life nine.
Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line
And I don’t buy the bar cuz it don’t sell white wine
Gon’ let that light shine
ballin’ for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin
You can call him your husband
Call me at night time
And even though women change
I will always like dimes
And yeah im quite fine, but shawty much finer
And I just get behind her
And smack it like E Honda
And please don’t hate on me
when you see me with Kiana
cause she wilder than Nirvana
and colder than your honor
holla at your boy manana
Maybach come wit a recliner
run up on it and sh-t will get uglier than an iguana
this is only a reminder it’s Young Money don’t forget it
and im Weezy F baby you might find it on a titty
would you . . .
[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
[Verse - Short Dawg]
Chilling with my possi
Bout to calls some ladies over
Tell em this is YME so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her on a tab now she rolling like a baby stroller
Im the freshest n-ggas seen
Whippin in my jeans
Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam
Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen
Now my stomach and my thighs
Wat a head is in between (ew)
And she wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like im begging for some cheese
I fall off in the party
Yeah im kinda tardy but if I hated (?) riding on em like a Harley
Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish
my belt got G’s on it like a Packers helmet
And imma hit it if you bring your girl around
but the weed is like my collar cause I might just turn it down
if you . . .
[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
[Gudda Gudda]
Okay tool on deck (deck)
Im new born fresh (fresh)
I knock your friends down (down)
And you going next (ha)
Young money fly
N-gga all the bitches after me
Murder in the bed and you gonna be my next casualty
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually
Im giving dick all year round and you can get it annually
Styrofoam feel
With a strawberry (?)
Leaning ima need a kick stand to stay on my feet
Get out ma bidness like I kicked ya out my office
I aint worried about the price, im more concerned with offer
Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin
With a party in my pocket
Blue and red dolphins
Im high as a motherf-cker
Let me do my thing bitch im doing me
And your girl doing the same sh-t
Im in the car getting head
As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch
[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
[Drake]
Uhh, Ok I told you catch up
Did you make a mill yet?
I cant predict how many of em I can still get
October own that’s such a f-ckin real set
No tatts but the ink of my money still wet.
Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me
I came here with young money man, that’s family all around me
Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me
And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me.
Welcome to the life
The life that’s meant for me
My bentley has a tint so you got to squint to see
I holla’d at your girl that’s when she went with me
But please don’t blame yourself cause it just wasn’t meant to be
They say im one of the illest
That’s just off from first impression
And my cards always accepting
I don’t deal well with rejection
I look in the dictionary
And don’t see the word recession
I don’t smoke in public
But tonight ill make an exception so just . . .
[Chorus - Short Dawg]
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the ‘yes man’
Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Young Money - New Shit lyric
[Gudda]
Ughn
Flow gifted like the honor roll
At crunch time I deliver like dominoes
A different freak for every day I got all kinda hoes
I slide em dick n get the fuck I neva mind them hoes
But neva mind them hoes
I got all kinda flows
I switch em up so quick as fuck I gotta timeless flow
Young animal
Punishin the protools
Eatin this beat up like soul food you niggas old news
[Wayne]
NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday
I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate
Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like mr ray
How come you talkin out yo ass but aint got shit to say
I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste
Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race
Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face
Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste
[Jae]
This rap shit is our house you niggas just visitin
Young money wolverines bitch no ...
I get in them hoes n reel em in like fishermen
N throw dey ass in the truck n we rose like michelins
All hail the kings, crowns glistenin
I stunt hard as I want cuz I aint gettin a chance to live again
Focus is what you better get boy we on dat better shit
All bosses no executives you just repetitive
[Wayne]
NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday
I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate
Sometimes I wish dat I was blind like mr ray
How come you talkin out yo ass but aint got shit to say
I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste
Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race
Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face
Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste
[Mack Maine]
Bitch we ballin
Tired of da same shit
I need a different toilet
Ok lemme pick my target
Pick em off now come pick em up
Big dog I dont bark I buck
Tell dem bitches I dont talk I fuck
Tell dem niggas I dont walk I run dis shit
I come to punish shit
N I bet dey wont be flushin dis young money shit
We on sum otha shit
They on the same shit
Bitch I'm mack main, I'm mack maine BITCH!
[Wayne]
NOw aint you tired of sayin the same shit everyday
I mean the same shit ashley n mary kate
Sometimes I wish dat I go blind like mr ray
How come you talkin out yo ass n aint got shit to say
Young tune motherfucker no anime
Doctor carter motherfucker come to amputate
Cash money too much money to calculate
Young money dat new shit in ya face
I spend my money like my time I aint got it to waste
Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race
Too much champagne now watch me spit it in dem bitches face
Tomorow mornin I cud tell you how dem bitches taste
Gimme da beat n ima beat da beat like anime
Wat da fuck you thought you know I keep da heat like.. ??
Cash money too much money to calculate
Young money dat new shit in ya face
Young Money - Ms. Parker lyric
[Wayne]
Cut tha music up in the headphones please
As I give you..(tha bizness)
Cut tha music up please..
In the headphones please..please..
Hey!
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Ahhhhhh
Tom bout {hey}
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Get em!
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parkerrr?
Uh hum
Lil shawty want me,
How do I know? cuz she told me so
Lil shawty on E.somebody let her know that I gotta few more
Lil shawty wanna leave, baby we can go where ever you wanna gooo
If I'm takin too long, give me dat look I tell my niggas I'm gone
Damn you all dat, I'm talkin bout when she text me I call back
I go to her apartment n fall back
She attacks my heart, heart attack
Cardiac
Carter dat nigga dat she throwin it at
N I caught dat
I bought dat
Yea I'll pay 4 it
I'll break down walls make her weigh 4 it
I'll wait for it
I'll wait 4 it
Tick tick tock.
Tick tick tock..
Tick tick tock...
I'll wait..
Hey!
Ms parker?
Ms parker!
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parker...
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let me fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?!
[Mack Maine]
Bitch I'm mack maine!!!
Damn!
Look at ms parker, on the side of the road takin off her parka
Bendin over under the hood her car wudnt start up
Hold up ms parker
Nigga bout to park uhn
I parked my whip n proceeded to her car
I know I'm on beam she done broke I'm bout to park
She got that big o thing pokin out so far
Dat my mom cudnt be mad if she finally let my pa fuck
She saw a nigga n was like hey mack maine
I saw you on the video wit lil wayne n t pain
In tha back of the hummer truck like switchin 4 lanes
Hollin out woosh boy like money aint a thang
I gave her a jump n we went to tha spot
She was gettin all hot
Special treatment for tha car
Had her screamin out pump harder n harder
Call chris tucker I done fucked ms parker..
Hey ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let a nigga fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
I'm talkin bout
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let a nigga fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
[Gudda Gudda]
Hey! Ms parker (Parker)
She throwed dat ass back n den she park it (park it)
She handcuff a nigga like a sergeant (sergeant)
Hit her wit da dick n now she stalkin (stalkin)
Yea so I hit her wit tha ruler
Frost bit gudda got ice like a cooler
I dont give a fuck bitch ya man is a ...
The two of us pass in the whip n chuck da duce up
Gotta loose but tight waist flat stomache nice
titties cute feet nice face
Yea she say she from the tri state
Dat dont really matter I can fly ya out to my state
I can take you to the right place
Top floor penthouse balcony
My place.
Make a nigga throw sum dollas out
Then I holla out
Ms parker!
Hey ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let a nigga fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms_
Talkin bout
Hey ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let a nigga fuck?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
Ms parker?
When you gone let a nigga fuck?
Ms park-
Ms parker'?
I said girl you gotta ass on you..
I said ms parker you gotta ass on you..
I said when you gone let me fuck?
I said when you gone let me fuck?
When you gone let me fuck?
I said when you gone let me fuck?
I said when you gone let me fuck?
I said when you gone let me fuck?
Somebody call chris tucker up
Call chris tucker up
N tell him dat I fucked ms parker
[Wayne]
Lookin all fine n shit!
Like a ninja gone passin you up speakin
Fuck dat
Im like hey ms parker when you gone let a nigga fuck? ms parker!
Young Money - Gooder lyric
[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Young Money, they go
Sittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin
And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting
Call me J20, I flow like a fountain
And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouching
Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falcon
Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain
Im a uptown flamethrower young money firestarter
Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem
And I aint like none of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?
you might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches
I slut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Times aint the same, shit been going bad
But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the motherfucka
Than the motherfucka, this for my motherfuckas
We run this motherfucka
So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes
Money talks, we say hello
and I'm so, I'm so
I'm so Young Moolah baby
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in money never going out where
Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting
This here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about it
So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline
And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side
We makin money while you niggas makin petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke
It's all about the paper, money control my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren out
Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it
Hustle year round nothing come in front of that
Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch
Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across
Money do summersaults, bentley on young adults
stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt
What it is though, I know what it aint
Yall go hard, I go to the bank
Check my check stubs, bitch it's Mack Maine
Young money up and runnin, join the campaign
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Times ain't the same, shit been goin bad
Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it was
The chopper's so close, I can give that bitch a hug
and a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster bitch
I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm lookin at the game, I roll my eyes
I looked at the clock and the hands were tied because
[Chorus]
Young Money - Girl I Got You lyric
[Lil Chuckee]
Nothing make a man feel better than his lady
Cause girl I got you
[Chorus]
I know I’m always gone and I’m hardly never home
Don’t worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you)
When I touch back down I’ma buy you everything
You ain't gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you)
Don’t worry what your friends say
Cause they be hatin anyway
They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) haa…
It’s just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you)
[Lil Twist]
As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang a while
i15 on the beat and I ain’t cruisin highways
So baby let’s get away
Save the troubles for another day haa…
Jammin Escapade in the lot
Wit Escalade on the back
Ya homies wack I promise that
It ain’t trickin if you got it
Might as well spend a stack
I hit the mall and ball down
Call me young Steven Jackson
And I’m the one
And I won with no games played
Never have to work in our life day we got it made
Every day’s a vacae M.I.ami like Dade
And we ain’t ever clean up
Cause baby I got maids haa…
Young money we so paid
And if you ever get hurt baby i'm ya band-aid ha…
While i’m lookin at you
Never worry bout nothing cause girl I got you
[Lil Chuckee]
I know I’m always gone and I’m hardly never home
Don’t worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you)
When I touch back down I’ma buy you everything
You ain’t gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you)
Don’t worry what your friends say
Cause they be hatin anyway
They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) haa…
It’s just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cuz girl I got you)
[Lil Chuckee]
Shawty I’m here any time that you need me
Fa sheezy I’m here to make ya life…easy
They say to every good dude there’s a good lady
And I have mine already
Ain’t no need to keep lookin
And when I’m on the road you go to my house
And walk my bulldog and help my mums out
And play with my sister you know I love that
That’s why whatever you want I'ma cop that
I’m your Rashaad, you my Nu-Nu
I’m ya Will Smith, baby you my Jada Pooh
And when I’m in the studio you come chill wit me
Play around with my hair
You keep me motivated
If we had a team
I’d be Reggie Bush you’d be Kim Kardashian
Your body so amazing
And when I’m not witcha
I’m on my iPod Bumpin 'Forever My Lady' I LOVE YA
[Lil Chuckee 2x]
I know I’m always gone and I’m hardly never home
Don’t worry bout nothing (baby girl I got you)
When I touch back down I’ma buy you everything
You ain’t gotta work for nothing (cause girl I got you)
Don’t worry what your friends say
Cause they be hatin anyway
They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) haa…
It’s just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back (cause girl I got you)
Young Money - Fuck Da Bullshit (feat. Birdman) lyric
[Birdman]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way nigga
Its Young Mula, first lady
[Nicki Minaj]
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
[Birdman]
Yeah fuck the bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young nigga
Lets go Gudda
[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower
That pussy imma devour, I beat it up till it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour
Let's go!
[Birdman]
Junior
[Lil Wayne]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no love, like a calendar with no February's
Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's
Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I'm gone
[Birdman]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
[Drake]
Look
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer,and still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it'
She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it
Young Money - Finale lyric
[Gudda Gudda]
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Evrything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots and Jewels with no records sold, (Yeah)
I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort,
So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure,
Guillotine flow who ready to get severed n-gga
In or out the booth you could get leveled n-gga
[Jae Millz]
Yo, We are Young Money,
N-gga you can't chocha,
It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa,
YM vultures, there ain't a family doper,
We done changed the way the game look, Sammie Sosa, (Ha Ha)
This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor,
Just symbolize I go hard,
Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the yankees,
Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me
[Tyga]
Uhh, fast money I don't slow dance,
Young Money muthaf-cka till the world end,
Money over weight, Bitch, Rosanne,
I don't listen to these kids, Grown man,
Skinny n-gga dubbed up, Low hand,
Lindsey the white benz, same colour mike skin,
Make ya soul spin when the ping loading,
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud
[Lil Chuckee]
Young money lil G,
Battle juice in my blood,
Jumpin at the boy,
Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
Since Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet,
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me,
Keep playin freddy boi, I'll leak on ya elm street,
Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you don't get,
It's Young money till the bone grizzle
[Lil Twist]
Young money good night,
And yeah Im gonna shine like an Ultra Violet light,
Lil twist cold cellar like its opening tonight,
31'st n-gga to write, You need a telescope sight,
To try to see me, I'm so far gone,
Even though I'm goin out kids, I'm so far on
I gotta house full of cheques like the playboy home,
Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
Twizzy
[Nicki Minaj]
I'm in that cotton pink bent,
Put mass on the guts,
White on white whips,
Kunta Kinte on the clutch,
You at the bottom of the pole, Totem,
Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotom,
Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any,
And Its going down like Santa in the chimney,
You don't ball break ya baby back ribs,
You need more assist than the handicap kids
[Shanell]
Young money we rockstars,
So f-ck wit ya magnum on,
And hold on we go long,
You feel that, We get that,
We in that, we run that, we bus back,
We hit em when we see em coming back for more,
Back for more..
[Mack Maine]
Michael wade family in the building you can't hold us,
Me, taz and wayne we the 3 new moguls,
Buffet around here ya'll boys scrape the plates,
And we dont eat up in our whispa they got paper plates,
Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go,
One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove!,
This track different now they nod this the genesis,
Young money murderers, We killin shit,
Forever...
[Drake]
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nuthin you would think im playin tetris,
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit,
Swear the beats they give me got a muthaf-ckin death wish,
Yeah, tell me who controls kings, I don't follow rules,
stupid old things,
I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings,
My team deserves some muthaf-ckin supabowl rings, Young Money
[Lil Wayne]
I'm so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch,
Lil Weezy stand tall, Tippytoe in this bitch
Blood gang muthaf-cka da da doe in this bitch,
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch,
In the body of the World, money is the blood,
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank,
Uhh making deposits till I f-cking faint,
New Orleans, n-gga how about no f-cking saints,
Its tight on our end call that bubbafranks,
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links,
Im the barstender you a women drink,
Yeah its young money but the money aint,
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
Streets bad, Tyga Ill, Drake magic,
Millz harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas,
And mack maine rap, sing and manage,
Uhhhh
It's Young Mulah Baby...
Young Money - Bedrock (feat. Lloyd) lyric
[Lloyd]
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
[Lil Wayne]
She Got That Good Good,
She Michael Jackson Bad,
I'm Attracted To Her, For Her Attractive Ass,
And Now We Murderers, Because We Kill Time,
I Knock Her Lights Out, And She Still Shine,
I Hate To See Her Go, But I Love To Watch Her Leave
But I Keep Her Running Back And Forth
Soccer Team
Cold As A Winter Day,
Hot As A Summer's Eve,
Young Money Thieves
Steal Your Love and Leave
[Gudda Gudda]
I Like The Way You Walk, And If You Walking My Way,
I'm That Red Bull, Now Let's Fly Away,
Let's Buy A Place, With All Kind Of Space,
I Let You Be The Judge, N-N And I’m The Case,
I’m Gudda Gudda,
I Put Her Under,
I See Me With Her, No Stevie Wonder,
She Don't Even Wonder, Cauz She Know She Bad,
And I Got Her Nigga,
Grocery Bag.
[Lloyd]
(Okay)
Oh Baby,
I Be Stuck To You,
Like Glue Baby,
Wanna Spend It All On You,
Baby,
My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
[Nicki Minaj]
Ok I Get It,
Let Me Think, I Guess It's My Turn,
Maybe It's Time To Put This Pussy On Ya Sideburns,
He Say I’m Bad, He Problly Right,
He Pressing Me Like Button Downs On A Friday Night (Ha-ha),
I'm So Pretty Like,
Be On My Pedal Bike,
Be On My Low Starch,
Be On My Egg Whites,
He Say Nicki Don't Stop You The Bestest,
And I Just Be Coming Off The Top As Bestes.
[Drake]
I Love Ya Sushi Roll, Hotter Than Wasabi,
I Race For Your Love,
Shake And Bake Ricky Bobby,
I'm At The W, But I Can't Meet You In The Lobby,
Girl I Gotta Watch My Back, Cauz I'm Not Just Anybody,
I Seen Em’ Stand In Line, Just To Get Beside Her,
I Let Her See The Aston, And Let The Rest Surprise Her,
That’s When We Disappear, You Need GPS To Find Her,
Oh That Was Your Girl?
I Thought I Recognized Her.
[Lloyd]
(Okay)
Oh Baby,
I Be Stuck To You,
Like Glue Baby,
Wanna Spend It All On You,
Baby,
My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
[Tyga]
She Like Tanning,
I Like Staying In,
She Like Romancing,
I Like Rolling With Friends,
She Said I'm Caged In,
I Think Her Conscious Is,
She Watching That Oxygen,
I’m Watching ESPN,
But When That Show End,
She All On My Skin,
Lotion,
Double Emotion,
Roller Coasting,
Like Back Forth Hold It.....
She Pose Like It's For Posters,
And I Poke Like I'm Suppose To,
Take This Photo If You For Me,
She Said Don't You Ever Show This,
I'm To Loyal..,
And To Focused..,
To Be Losing..,
And Be Hopeless..,
When I Spoke This,
She Rejoiced It,
Said Your Word Get Me Open,
So I Closed It,
Where Your Clothes Is,
I'm Only Lovin’ For The Moment.
[Jae Millz]
Uh
She Ain't Got A Man,
But She's Not Alone,
Miss Independent,
Yea She Got Her Own,
Hey Gorgeous,
Uhmmm,
I Mean Flawless,
Well, That's What U R, How I See It Is How I Call It Yea,
L-Look It How She Walk,
MMHMMM She Know She Bad,
Do-Do Your Thing Baby,
I Ain't Even Mad,
And I Ain't Even Fast,
Imma Stay A While,
Hold Ya Head Chris,
I-Imma Take Her Down.
[Lloyd]
Oh Baby,
I Be Stuck To You,
Like Glue Baby,
Wanna Spend It All On You,
Baby,
My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girl
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock
(Lil Wayne)
Gudda Gudda,
T-Streetz
Mack Maine,
Jae Millz,
Tyga,
Drizzy Drake,
Nicki Minaj,
Hey Shanell,
Young Lloyd
OOO, It's YOUNG MULA BABY