Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they Two on my mind, one is to keep stylin' And the second is to get more of this that I'm countin'
Call me J 2-0, I flow like a And I I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin' Keep bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon Comparin' them to I is like a to a mountain
I'm a flame thrower, Young Money fire starter I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same as the Carter Harlem, and I ain't like none of these niggas I get it, I it, yo' husband on a budget, missus
Young cloud gang, we so above you niggas Besides these groupies, these shows, who fuckin' with us? You might as well have a badge the way you them bitches I slut bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches
Times ain't the same, shit done bad, but nigga, we good Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother This for my fuckers, we run this mother fucker
So fuck them and fuck them ho's talks, we say hello And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,
Okay, it's too much and not enough hands to count it Paper coming in, never going outward It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas me This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do it
So join the team or you can catch the sideline Or just get out the or get hit from the blind side We makin' while you niggas makin' petty quotes You can make it rain, we make it flood like the broke
It's all about the paper, money controls my About a from now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out Wheels of Fortune on the whip, White in it shotgun, probably be your wife in it
Hustle year 'round, nothin' come in of that Rap, real estate and work, I can make a ton that Pay me in advance, I'm not bitch Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money, bitch
Times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good Nigga, we than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker This for my fuckers, we run this mother fucker
So fuck them niggas and fuck them Money talks, we say And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby
Young under posh, y'all won't wanna come across Money do somersaults, Bentley all you dopes Stuntin' on ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's fault make it rain, get struck by a money bolt
What it is, though? I know it ain't go hard, I go to the bank Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Young up and runnin', join the campaign
ain't the same, shit done gone bad Bend a over, pull some money out her ass I'm tired of the 'cause it ain't what it was The chopper so close, I can that bitch a hug
And a gangsta love, so I keep a gangsta bitch I got that dope dick, there ain't a I can't addict And I'm at the game, I roll my eyes I looked at the clock, and her hands were
Because ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good Nigga, we gooder a mother fucker, than a mother fucker This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother
So fuck them niggas and fuck them talks, we say hello And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, Mula, baby
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