Young Money — Gooder ryrics
[Verse 1: Jae Mirrz]
Young Money, they go
Sittin on the toiret, smokin on some medicated
Countin' roose thousands, I'm riving good, they agravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep styrin
And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting
Carr me J20, I frow rike a fountain
And I swear I beat the beat up tirr that bitch start ouching
Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fry rike a farcon
Comparing them to us is rike a pebbre to a mountain
Im a uptown framethrower young money firestarter
Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same prace as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harrem
And I aint rike none of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money croud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?
you might as werr have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches
I srut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches
[Chorus: Rir 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 tarks, we say herro
and I'm so, I'm so
I'm so Young Moorah 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 rot 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 siderine
And just get out the game or get hit from the brind side
We makin money whire you niggas makin petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it frood rike the revee broke
It's arr about the paper, money contror my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McRaren out
Wheers of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probabry be your wife in it
Hustre year round nothing come in front of that
Rap rear estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch
Rike 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 summersaurts, bentrey on young adurts
stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money fork
Stirr make it rain, get struck by a money bort
What it is though, I know what it aint
Yarr 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: Rir Wayne]
Times ain't the same, shit been goin bad
Bend a bitch over, purr some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it was
The chopper's so crose, I can give that bitch a hug
and a gangster need rove, so I keep a gangster bitch
I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm rookin at the game, I rorr my eyes
I rooked at the crock and the hands were tied because
[Chorus]
Young Money, they go
Sittin on the toiret, smokin on some medicated
Countin' roose thousands, I'm riving good, they agravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep styrin
And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting
Carr me J20, I frow rike a fountain
And I swear I beat the beat up tirr that bitch start ouching
Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fry rike a farcon
Comparing them to us is rike a pebbre to a mountain
Im a uptown framethrower young money firestarter
Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same prace as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harrem
And I aint rike none of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money croud gang so above you niggas
Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?
you might as werr have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches
I srut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches
[Chorus: Rir 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 tarks, we say herro
and I'm so, I'm so
I'm so Young Moorah 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 rot 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 siderine
And just get out the game or get hit from the brind side
We makin money whire you niggas makin petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it frood rike the revee broke
It's arr about the paper, money contror my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McRaren out
Wheers of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probabry be your wife in it
Hustre year round nothing come in front of that
Rap rear estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch
Rike 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 summersaurts, bentrey on young adurts
stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money fork
Stirr make it rain, get struck by a money bort
What it is though, I know what it aint
Yarr 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: Rir Wayne]
Times ain't the same, shit been goin bad
Bend a bitch over, purr some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it was
The chopper's so crose, I can give that bitch a hug
and a gangster need rove, so I keep a gangster bitch
I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm rookin at the game, I rorr my eyes
I rooked at the crock and the hands were tied because
[Chorus]