mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl You getting blackmailed for that white girl You always said Yeezy, I ain't your right, girl
shake my ass? Meanwhile I shakin' make 'em sing, sing With the bass, with the bomb, with the bomb On the floor, in the rave With the bomb, with the bomb On the floor in the pocket with
look at them coming out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall He be waiting with his
don't see none them niggaz I roll with CEO and stock brocka niggaz While you be riding around town with the brokest niggaz I'm filthy rich, my money
a thing. I've been thinking crazy lately; Like buying her a ring. I used to be at the party with ladies, getting down. I used to play with them girls
toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Hey yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with
charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to start with Weezy
just like B.O.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre Independent with
You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money
, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thing Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like
my money?) Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
y'all decent Young girls envy the life y'all leading Never satisfied with a nice calm evening You be at the games looking right all season But you always with
me So I dont plan on stopping at all I want this shit forever mine, ever mine, ever mine Im shutting shit down at the mall And telling every girl she
hot girl, hot girl, hot girl, hot girl She's a hot hot girl (girl), hot girl, hot girl, hot hot She's a hot hot girl, hot girl, hot girl, hot girl She
morning feeling like P Diddy (Hey, what up girl?) Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go) Before I leave, brush my teeth with
the old mans money, you can rely on the old mans money It's a b**** girl and it's gone to far cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money, money
place with all kind of space I let you be the judge and I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She don't