the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We make money
knee, and watch u cry like a little pussy and u no there aint nothin after that , cept 4 u layin caskit flat *chorus* this is young money, not drug moeny, nor hoe money
Anthony Wright x4 Who he is young money what he gone get that money.he want a young honey thats 5'6or5'7 mabe even 5'11 dat know she gone go to heaven
work in our life day we got it made Every days a vaca M.I.ami like Dade And we aint ever clean up cuz baby I got maids Haayoung money we so paid and if
Oh, so nice Just so good Dance to the beat, boy [Voice:] I want you to go crazy Get up people now don't be lazy All the fellas will chase thee 'Cause
Young Money Lil Ken B production Fame in da Game summats goin' out for you lot out there. Yo, yo, yo, yo alright were gonna do this, yea. You can put
If you got a big bank holla I got money Nan nana nana nan I got money I ride big rims holla cause I got money Nan nana nana nan nigga I got money I fuck
streets? (Get Money) Whats up in the streets? (Get Money) Whats up in the streets? (Get Money) In the streets {Money money money!} [Verse 1: Young Buck
but a lil' young Cash Money thug Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs So my thoughts is fucked up - I'm on some other shit Like if-I-can
ya No bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed Young trill Baby Gangsta into pimpin' them hoes But before I trick the hoes my money
out, keep the fuckin gauge out Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money
: Verse 1 Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout
wanna be the one your kissin and huggin I wanna be the one you dream of all night Let me be the one I wanna be the one you dream with Spend money on
Girl you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good [Verse 4: Young Buck] She calls me daddy, carries my luie vuton luggage Frank mulers my wrist and she's using your money
: (feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
bitch flip dick like gymnastics Grab your shit and leave your black ass wrapped in plastic We wrestlers far from young gotta owe money Been comin outta
for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin' Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this time IT
, a young man on the rise Doin' what's right to stay alive In a world of negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other for they own
