(feat. Birdman)
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[Birdman]
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Yeah
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Cut it up gimme a light
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Yeah and by the way nigga
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Its Young Mula, first lady
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[Nicki Minaj]
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Uhhh yo yo
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Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
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Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in
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Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
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Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
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Got them writing love letters in they journal
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Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
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B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
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She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
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[Birdman]
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Yeah fuck the bullshit
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It's big money poppin'
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Young Mula!
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Yeah
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Just like that
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What up young nigga
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Lets go Gudda
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[Gudda Gudda]
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Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
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Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
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Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
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And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
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I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
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Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower
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That pussy imma devour, I beat it up till it's sour
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No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour
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Let's go!
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[Birdman]
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Junior
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[Lil Wayne]
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They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
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I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
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Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
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But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
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Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
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But aint no love, like a calendar with no February's
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Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's
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Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
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I'm gone
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[Birdman]
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Yeah
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Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
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More money than you ever seen nigga
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Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
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[Drake]
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Look
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Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
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Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
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How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
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Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
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Yeah
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I spit raw but I prefer protection
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I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
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Bitch I got the answer,and still ain't heard the question
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I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
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Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it
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And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
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The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
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She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
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She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it'
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She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
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Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
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So I don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it
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Fuck Da Bullshit
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Young Money |