boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money
I will retire with the crown, Yes! No I'm not lucky I'm blessed, Yes! Clap for the heavyweight champ, Me! But I couldn't do it all alone, We! Young Money
And I will retire with the crown, yes No, I'm not lucky I'm blessed, yes Clap for the heavyweight champ, me But I couldn't do it all alone, we Young Money
we still up in dungeon Da-dun-dun, yup, in London Competition? Why, yes, I would love some How the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done? Mad 'cause I'm getting money
right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, All right Now somebody show some money
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin
I aint gon stop I aint gon stop till I reach the top Say it if you know what I'm talking about Lets get this money, lets get this money Yeah So give
had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Yes since the day I left Milwaukee Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France Been makin' the bars lots of big money
a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king
He must of got double clapped Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out
t East coast, West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face or you might have a bruised one Brass knuckle prints? Yes
see That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black Or a negro or Afro-American, I'm all that Yes, I was born
not even into racin' With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station I am tryin' to figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I'm with Young Money
coming round I got pent house walls I stay high above your ass And I can see it all, my balcony is glass And wifey's over (Bitches) But moneys over (Her) Cause money
these Timbos I just got to have these Guns, money, girls like these House rent out, I'm collecting fees A couple more hit song Yes, I'll be in di breeze
that's such a f-ckin real set No tatts but the ink of my money still wet. Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me I came here with young money
I'm so good Man, I rose from the bottom and it feels good I'm a introduce to you a new dance It's called the money dance You pull the money out your