[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
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Young Money, they go
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Sittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicated
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Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravated
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Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin
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And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting
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Call me J20, I flow like a fountain
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And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouching
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Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falcon
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Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain
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Im a uptown flamethrower young money firestarter
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Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem
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And I aint like none of these other niggas
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I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
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Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas
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Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us?
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you might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches
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I slut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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Times aint the same, shit been going bad
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But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the motherfucka
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Than the motherfucka, this for my motherfuckas
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We run this motherfucka
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So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes
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Money talks, we say hello
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and I'm so, I'm so
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I'm so Young Moolah baby
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[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
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Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it
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Paper coming in money never going out where
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Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting
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This here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about it
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So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline
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And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side
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We makin money while you niggas makin petty quotes
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You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke
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It's all about the paper, money control my whereabouts
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About a year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren out
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Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
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Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it
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Hustle year round nothing come in front of that
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Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that
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Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch
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Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
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Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across
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Money do summersaults, bentley on young adults
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stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk
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Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt
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What it is though, I know what it aint
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Yall go hard, I go to the bank
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Check my check stubs, bitch it's Mack Maine
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Young money up and runnin, join the campaign
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[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
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Times ain't the same, shit been goin bad
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Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass
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I'm tired of the game, cuz it ain't what it was
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The chopper's so close, I can give that bitch a hug
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and a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster bitch
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I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
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And I'm lookin at the game, I roll my eyes
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I looked at the clock and the hands were tied because
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[Chorus]
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Gooder
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Young Money |