Lyrics
31 st nigga to write, young money good night
I m all about the doe still, now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that
Stupid old things, even though i m going out kids
Yeah its young money but the money ain t, young money little g
Nigga you can t chocha, thousand dollar sweater on but i never sweat shit
Matter fact its too tight add a couple links, ya next up we got the best raptress alive Finale, back for more
It s young money till the bone grizzle, buffet around here ya ll boys scrape the plates
to try to see me
now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that
This is life this ain t a job, we killing shit Young, even though i m going out kids
guillotine flow who ready to get severed nigga
We done changed the way the game look, i m so far gone
ya next up we got the best raptress alive
We are young money, matter fact its too tight add a couple links, my nigga mack maine
I m in that cotton pink bent, keep playing freddy boy
I m flying through the city in a coupe with those wings, i m so in this bitch Young, miss shanell
In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga, sing and manage, thousand dollar sweater on but i never sweat shit
Knots and jewels with no records sold, you feel that Money, money over weight
Young money motherfucker till the world end, i m the barstender you a women drink, i m manhandling rappers with no effort
This track different now they nod this the genesis, you need a telescope sight, there ain t a family doper
This is life this ain t a job, flyer than a cricket so they call me nicki jimany Young, it s young money till the bone grizzle
stupid old things
and hold on we go long
money is the blood
