What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap

They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe 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 nigga
In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga

Now we goin' take it to Harlem
Millz, let'go

Yo,
We are Young Money
nigga you can't chocha
It's bout to get real ugly, Amarosa
Y-M vultures, there ain't a family doper
We done changed the way the game look, Sammie Sosa (Ha ha)
This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor
Just symbolize I go hard
Navy on Navy Camero I did all for the Yankees
Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me

Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga

Uh, fast money I don't slow dance
Young Money muthafucka' till the world end
Money over weight, bitch, Rosanne
I don't listen to these kids, grown man
Skinny nigga dubbed dough low hand
Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin
Make ya soul spin when the pin loading
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud

Yeah, now its childs play nigga
My lil' "G" Lil' Chuckee

Young money lil' G,
Battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at the 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
Young wit' 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 don't get
It's Young money till the bone grizzle, ya dig

Now we got the hottest nigga on the internet
Lil' Twist Hefner

Young money good night,
And yeah I'm goin' shine like an ultra violet light
Lil' Twist cold cellar like it's opening tonight
Going for the first nigga to write
You need a telescope sight
To try to see me, I'm so far gone
Even though I'm goin' off kids, I'm so far on
I gotta house full of chicks like the playboy home
Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song
Twizzy

Yeah next up
We got the best raptress alive
Nicki Minaj

I'm in that cotton pink Bent'
Put macs 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, scrotum
Flier than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jim-any
And it's going down like Santa in the chimney
You don't ball break ya baby back ribs
You need more a**istance than the handicap kids

Now the beautiful Ms. Shanell

Young money we rockstars
So fuck 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 coming back for more
Back for more

Next up my nigga Mack Maine
Stupid-Mack-Nupid
One Hundred

Michael, Wade family in the building you can't hold us
Me, taz and Wayne we 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 different now they nod this the genesis
Young money murderers, we killin' shit
Forever

Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em

Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nothin' you would think I'm playin' Tetris
Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat shit
Swear the beats they give me got a mu'fuckin' 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
My team deserves some muthafuckin' supa'bowl rings
Young Money

(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)

I'm so in this bitch, C-E-O in this bitch
Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch
In the body of the World, money is the blood
And everyday I be back and forward to the blood bank
Uh making deposits till I fucking faint
New Orleans, nigga how 'bout them fucking saints
Its tight on our end call that Bubba Franks
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links
I'm the bars-tender you a women drink
Yeah its 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
Uh

It's Young Mula baby

Copyright: Cloud9, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Angel Aponte, Aubrey Graham, Carl Lily, Christopher Moore, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jarvis Mills, Jermaine Preyan, Marco Antonio Rodriguez, Michael Stevenson, Onika Maraj, Rashad Ryan Ballard, Shanell Woodgett