Lyrics:
I got money on my mind followed by a bunch of zeros
Money on my mind I don't think that'll suffice
Money on my mind could put a body up for nine
I
the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you
One time for the dojo, one time for the bro-bros
Raise your cup let's get this going
Bottoms up one shot it, baby
Oh
Some one get me another
Re-up,
The nice clean kitchen table cloth the smart alec cajon boy well play the music
Well the Gulf it got a grassy bottom settin' where the rock is there
what i did baby
Young nigga came so far
Ooooooooooo
I aint runna man no more yea im the boss nigga
Everybody round me winnin but we done lost niggas
the these hoes Nintendo
Young broke ignorant
Young broke n***a shit
Young broke stealing shit
Young broke Infamous
N***as on that block
Milky rock yea they
But not on the low
I use to window shop
I feel like Chris Rock
I got a price on a boat
I ain't even wanna get money
Get me a bag and water my neck
Young boy from the bottom and i Been thru all this
Hip hop done resurrected me yeah Im doing this
God showed me my talent now im Pursuing this
dat
That's you and you ain't having it
Who dat, who dat
Stop asking who dat, who dat
When you see me walking by, don't shout for I
I'm not a young
watching them lady CO's if I slip up
Uh Uh
[Chorus: x 2]
[Chris and Sigel talking]
Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all
(Yeah that's what's
and to galaxy
It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC
Because I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark
You either hear me at a party, or you see me
it? Only God knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top
Is it all for the money, is it all for the clout
Is it all for the people with my name
Maxant in this bitch piped up
If I, know just what I'm doing
Do I gotta stop
Let's rock
Aye, I'm off Molly raw
I get all this profit then I run it
listening to kids bop
I knew my only option was through hip hop
Coming from the bottom to the tip top
My cousin whip the pot will smith with the chris rock
I
away like a candle
I rekindle the flame Dre created The Game
Nigga Wit a Attitude from the cloth I came
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom
the cops
Got him or the Glock shot him
This is where people hit rock bottom
Crack houses and dirty spouses how
Can you not spot em because of this drama I
Lacoste, just a young Hugo Boss ayy
You know I be flossin, cause I came from the bottom ain’t get it that often
Skunk had me coughin, put my feelings in
tangle all my dreadlocks
Forty make your head pop
Young money, cash money I could make your bed rock
Bitch throw it back like Chris Selle and I ain't
Young niggaz stay strapped
Even wit' a baby, the mental stress alone will drive your ass crazy
Young niggaz stay strapped
Gotta keep your head together
True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil mama
Laws in America were made by white people
For the benefit of white people
The constitution was written by whites for
The benefit of whites it was
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
I pick up
The west coast like the phone is ringing
Hello
Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts
Gangsta,
on the bottom, hot on top
Ain't in vogue, man, she's a rock
Move over Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou
She's got a lot of body for a gal her size
Warm red lips,
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