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
calling my name, you probably heard of I More money more haters maybe as long as I'm Still breathing these niggers don't keep it real inside Said you tried you looking for some
to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein Really man you done say some
But don't offend me I'm skinny But still I'm too big for a Bentley You are Your car What could represent me? Too Godly To be a Bugatti You honestly Must
was (Chorus) But niggas still talk about me (talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me I made them read about me (read about me) Don't give a fuck about
worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutie pie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too
I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or
is us We give, Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me But it ain't hard to see
You make me wanna break my bank Give everything I got, got just to get a shot, shot Make it rain Where my money at? Where my money at? Break my bank
money my philosophy cocaine on my property yeah that bitch a stripper but there so much she can offer me gave me the connect he send me 77 off for me money
store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack
'all understand me Bigger than life (crazy) Y'all understand me? (yeah) The sun do shine Believe me (yeah) Dolla Dolla (yeah) Brrat (yeah) [Hook] (Birdman) Give me
for that hook [Chorus - Eminem] (Wait Dre look!) Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too
[Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money
, our nigga out of jail In this give or take world I got what it takes Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates I'm Young Money, I'm Cash Money If we could
it's from the heart from the start Played my part Seemed like I just wasn't reaching the charts 5000 hours, rewritting Power Over and over Some nights sober, some
Don't even try 'cause it would be Over if that's the way that you was treating me It would be over, there would be no need to beg me, baby please '
shit? right? {outro spit} some of my friends are terrorists some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this some niggas I know only back me