Lyrics:
Young nigga, young nigga
I'ma young nigga, but I ain't on young nigga shit
I'ma young nigga, but i ain't on young nigga shit
22 years old, and I'm
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
from round you ain’t getting nothing from me
You dingy, and your clothes looking bummy
Money my safe money by weight
So much money got the strippers
Young nigga got drank
Young nigga got smoke
Young nigga pop pills
Young nigga got dro
On the daily just tryna make it
Yeah on the daily just tryna
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,
Chapel
Dro was playing when i totaled it
Been the kind of nigga
Get a lot figures
Chillin and i aint promoted it
Fuck that humble shit
I done got ownership
on young money
I want it all
Like Young Money leaving Cash Money
Back in my city
They thought I had money
Fly nigga like a stylist I used to dress
Shakespeare
My cash walk my cash talk
I must be crazy
Leave yo momma round me
Take that bitch Young Gravy
Cash walk cash talk
Money counter beeping green
Told
talking bank roll my money my money my money
(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
away like you fake
Straight out PA short Texas, servin' trees on the West
A money makin' machine, nigga I do it best
With the cream and the cash, by any
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
comin', yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
(Why they call you Tony?)
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got
maker
When it comes to the money yeah I'm the shit
I got so much dough I can't count the shit
Cause I'm legit y'all counterfeit
Have them dogs end your
Superman?
Polo Polo Polo I been doin' that for years
If you smell like money, you can touch it dont be scared Young Dro
stacks
Up on the table ill split the cream
Getting money with the set whole lot of green
Niggas talk shit but dont even know me
Mama said stay fly get
Hoppin' with my red flag
Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tatt
Holla respect the stuntin' in my digery-dash
Stay fly out the paw Young Money cash
We bang
Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
Slim Thug gon talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do', talking too much
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
*CHORUS*
*Twista*
lord knows
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
[CHORUS]
[Twista]
lord knows
the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But
Money my pocket like woah
She all on my dick im like woah
They talking that shit im like woah
And I just be smoking that dro
I just be smoking that dro
I
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