and watch u cry like a little pussy and u no there aint nothin after that , cept 4 u layin caskit flat *chorus* this is young money, not drug moeny, nor hoe money im comin
watch u cry like a little pussy and u no there aint nothin after that , cept 4 u layin caskit flat *chorus* this is young money, not drug moeny, nor hoe money im comin
Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It's simple and plain The Chevy wit the blew out
money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money If you
always wonder so they ask us who we are Pullin' up to clubs when we too young to hit the bar Wanna be on top and tryna get there by tomar (tomorrow) See, money
in my shirt Girl I gotta leave now I need to get to work I'm a young heart breaker believe me it's a curse Hey I stay focused cause the money comes first
walkin' in the room like are you smokin' pot? Blow the smoke out like yes I am So can I motha fuckin' kick this? Yes you can Rising gram train get this money
beef we can take it outside Fight for what broad These hoes ain't mine Is you out yo mind You out yo league I sweat no bitches Just sweat out weaves Where
R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin' My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
me see that money baby Throw some money over here Throw some money over there Always eatin Makin hella money baby Makin money over here Makin money everywhere We got hella money
won't mind they still got fed my nigas were comin up I was just breaking ground 15s in they trunk my trunk didn't make a sound it made a young niga really
come, motherfucker! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice] Steppin' to the light, and out the darkness To relieve the pressure and all the madness So here I come, a young
call I bet Now down around the way you gets no respect They like that Outlaw ni**a played you out We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
"Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [repeat 2X] [2Pac] My definition of a thug nigga "Nobody's, closing me out of my business" [Verse One: 2Pac
stay strugglin 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
father he was gone I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin I needed money
