man, I got a bottle in my hand, I got my mind on my money, oh yeah imma get that paper nigga. Co co cocaine, and imma die in this dope dope dope game
cars sayin fuck me wither her apple bottom jeans and you know what that means back seat with a flick playin on the flat sceen got my dope boys swag
Kentucky Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck
misfits quit Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck The luck gets chuched, so wussup! I ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a man
my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a dope man
get fucked Get your bucks and get big Stash your first millions and live off the interest To the young black entrepreneurs To the young black entrepreneurs To the young
money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (? ) bitch to me made the game out of young black
of dro, little bit of heroine A littlE bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put
always workin', tryin' to make ends meet So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets And then the only other one that ever showed me love Was my dope
Gettin' high off a nigga like a dope fiend 'Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' Twenty four seven, ain't nothin' buck But when a young G's flippin
' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights
all my peoples from uptown.. and everywhere Check it! Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young
of these niggas get bent They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga" I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
son We the number one young gun Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none Run up and get done punk Hit em up jump straight bucked When it dump it