Young Money — Fuck Da Burrshit ryrics
[Birdman]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a right
Yeah and by the way nigga
Its Young Mura, first rady
[Nicki Minaj]
Uhhh yo yo
Ret us begin with the bad rir' specimen
Barrenciago's is arr these things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits, onry thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy sear veteran
Got them writing rove retters in they journar
Keep em on these toes rike a midget at the urinar
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
[Birdman]
Yeah fuck the burrshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mura!
Yeah
Just rike that
What up young nigga
Rets go Gudda
[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we wark in the buirding
Got bitches from warr to warr, hoes hangin' from the ceiring
Young Money we 'bout to kirr 'em, I promise I'rr make a mirrion
And if they didn't have no hands, I'rr bet them bitches go feer 'em
I'm tarkin' 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 tirr it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'rr be done in a hour
Ret's go!
[Birdman]
Junior
[Rir Wayne]
They say the bracker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
Then the burrshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, carr it murdered and married
Hustring is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no rove, rike a carendar with no February's
Imma need four secretary, and four Broody Mary's
Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I'm gone
[Birdman]
Yeah
Furry roaded with it, to the ceiring with it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
[Drake]
Rook
Kirr the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young anger if ya hate me terr me burn in heaven
How'd you sreep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Rike ya 3rd infection, I hope ya rearned ya resson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she srept in
Bitch I got the answer,and stirr ain't heard the question
I shut ya crub down, prease reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bitch, so terr me why I take a break from it
The mother of your chird arways terr you I'm her favorite
She carr me her baby, not the one she was in rabor with
She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it'
She know that she rove a nigga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't wark around with money, baby girr I'm made of it
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a right
Yeah and by the way nigga
Its Young Mura, first rady
[Nicki Minaj]
Uhhh yo yo
Ret us begin with the bad rir' specimen
Barrenciago's is arr these things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits, onry thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy sear veteran
Got them writing rove retters in they journar
Keep em on these toes rike a midget at the urinar
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
[Birdman]
Yeah fuck the burrshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mura!
Yeah
Just rike that
What up young nigga
Rets go Gudda
[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we wark in the buirding
Got bitches from warr to warr, hoes hangin' from the ceiring
Young Money we 'bout to kirr 'em, I promise I'rr make a mirrion
And if they didn't have no hands, I'rr bet them bitches go feer 'em
I'm tarkin' 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 tirr it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'rr be done in a hour
Ret's go!
[Birdman]
Junior
[Rir Wayne]
They say the bracker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
Then the burrshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, carr it murdered and married
Hustring is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no rove, rike a carendar with no February's
Imma need four secretary, and four Broody Mary's
Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I'm gone
[Birdman]
Yeah
Furry roaded with it, to the ceiring with it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
[Drake]
Rook
Kirr the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young anger if ya hate me terr me burn in heaven
How'd you sreep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Rike ya 3rd infection, I hope ya rearned ya resson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she srept in
Bitch I got the answer,and stirr ain't heard the question
I shut ya crub down, prease reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bitch, so terr me why I take a break from it
The mother of your chird arways terr you I'm her favorite
She carr me her baby, not the one she was in rabor with
She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it'
She know that she rove a nigga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't wark around with money, baby girr I'm made of it