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  • [Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]They call me Young Gudda,
  • I'm all about the dough still,
  • And anybody in my way, roadkill,
  • Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
  • Money, knots and jewels with no records sold, (Yeah)
  • I'm manhandling rappers with no effort,
  • So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure,
  • Guillotine flow who ready to get severed nogga
  • In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga
  • [Verse 2 - Jae Millz]Yo, we are Young Money,
  • Nigga you can't chocha,
  • It's about to get real ugly, Amarosa,
  • YM vultures, there ain't a family doper,
  • We done changed the way the game looks, Sammy Sosa, (Ha ha)
  • This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor,
  • Just symbolize I go hard,
  • Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees,
  • Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me, Millz
  • [Verse 3 - Tyga]Uhh, fast money I don't slow dance,
  • Young Money mutha*****a till the world end,
  • Money over weight, *****, Rosanne,
  • I don't listen to these kids, grown man,
  • Skinny nigga dubbed up, Lohan,
  • Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin,
  • Make ya soul spin when the ping load in,
  • Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud
  • [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee]Young money lil' G,
  • Battle juice in my blood,
  • Jumpin' at ya boy,
  • Man, you better have ya bungee cord,
  • Since Wayne took me off the leash,
  • I ain't lose a fight yet,
  • Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
  • Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me,
  • Keep playin' Freddy boi, I'll leak on ya Elm Street,
  • Trouble is what you want dog, pain is what you gon' get,
  • It's Young money till the bone grizzle, ya dig?
  • [Verse 5 - Lil' Twist]Young money good night,
  • And yeah I'm gonna shine like an ultraviolet light,
  • Lil' Twist cold cellar like it's open tonight,
  • 31st nigga to write, You need a telescope sight,
  • To try to see me, I'm so far gone,
  • Even though I'm goin' out kids, I'm so far on
  • I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home,
  • Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash this song
  • Twizzy
  • [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj]I'm in that cotton pink Bent',
  • Puttin' mass on the guts,
  • White on white whips,
  • Kunta Kinte on the clutch,
  • You at the bottom of the pole, Totem,
  • Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotom,
  • Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any,
  • And It's going down like Santa in a chimney,
  • You don't ball break ya baby back ribs,
  • You need more assist than the handicap kids (Oh shit)
  • [Verse 7 - Shanell]Young Money we rockstars,
  • So ***** wit' ya Magnum on,
  • And hold on we go long,
  • You feel that? We get that,
  • We in that, we run that, we bus' back,
  • We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more,
  • Back for more...
  • [Verse 8 - Mack Maine]Michael Wade family in the building
  • You can't hold us,
  • Me, Taz and Wayne be the three new moguls,
  • Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates,
  • And we don't eat up in our whispa they got paper plates,
  • Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go,
  • One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove!,
  • This track the finale, nah this the genesis,
  • Young Money murderers, we killin' shit,
  • Forever
  • [Verse 9 - Drake]Alright I got this, you can never get this
  • I built it up from nuthin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris,
  • Thousand dollar sweater on but I don't ever sweat shit,
  • Swear the beats they give me got a ma*****in' death wish,
  • Yeah, tell me who controls kings,
  • I don't follow rules, stupid old things,
  • I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings,
  • And my team deserves some mutha*****in' Superbowl rings, Young Money
  • [Verse 10 - Lil' Wayne]I'm so in this *****, CEO in this *****,
  • Lil' Weezy stand tall, tippytoe in this *****
  • Blood gang mutha*****a da da doe in this *****,
  • Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this *****,
  • In the body of the World, money is the blood,
  • And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank,
  • Uhh making deposits till I *****in' faint,
  • New Orleans, nigga how about them *****in' Saints,
  • It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks,
  • Matter fact it's too tight add a couple links,
  • I'm the barstender you a women drink,
  • Yeah it's Young Money but the money ain't,
  • Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty,
  • Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic,
  • Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas,
  • And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage,
  • Uhhh
  • It's Young Moulah baby.

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