Young Money - Gooder
[Verse 1: Jae Millz]Young Money, they goSittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicatedCountin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravatedTwo things on my mind, one is to keep stylinAnd the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countingCall me J20, I flow like a fountainAnd I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouchingKeep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falconComparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountainIm a uptown flamethrower young money firestarterHad to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-HarlemAnd I aint like none of these other niggasI get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.Young Money cloud gang so above you niggasBesides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?you might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitchesI slut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches[Chorus: Lil Wayne]Times aint the same, shit been going badBut nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the motherfuckaThan the motherfucka, this for my motherfuckasWe run this motherfuckaSo fuck them niggas and fuck them hoesMoney talks, we say helloand I'm so, I'm soI'm so Young Moolah baby[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count itPaper coming in money never going out whereIts young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubtingThis here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about itSo nigga join the team or you can catch the sidelineAnd just get out the game or get hit from the blind sideWe makin money while you niggas makin petty quotesYou can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee brokeIt's all about the paper, money control my whereaboutsAbout a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren outWheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in itBitch shotgun, probably be your wife in itHustle year round nothing come in front of that Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with thatPay me in advance so I'm not coming bitchLike Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch[Chorus][Verse 3: Mack Maine]Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come acrossMoney do summersaults, bentley on young adultsstuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folkStill make it rain, get struck by a money boltWhat it is though, I know what it aintYall go hard, I go to the bankCheck my check stubs, bitch it's Mack MaineYoung money up and runnin, join the campaign[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]Times ain't the same, shit been goin badBend a bitch over, pull some money out her assI'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it wasThe chopper's so close, I can give that bitch a hugand a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster bitchI got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addictAnd I'm lookin at the game, I roll my eyesI looked at the clock and the hands were tied because[Chorus]
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