Young Money, Harlem I got one thing to say before I start this verse, LEGGO Feeling so good that I might run for mayor So good I might buy a present for a hater I just wanna slay her, You just want to savor Well good come and get her, let me get back to my paper Straight from harlem with the cellars and the shavers To a high rise balcony way in the air Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors And the watch on my wrist dumber than any one of Flavor's Cyclops watch the bitch beam lasers And all my diamonds wathcing, semi davis Oh that's you girl, I make her say see you later Take her home and make her sing like I need the paper They all under estimated, but I mate it From that young money flow out we courageous Yeah we the champs so every day is a celebration Aint nobody do like this in ages Not only are we young money, bitch we are the greatest Catch me in some jordans before you catch me in some gators No I'm not icy bitch I'm definetly a glacier Certified ny wife taker Old school game like walk like frasier Pockets of money like an open pager I grew up in an apartment but ima die on an acre
Tyga
Mass murder every tyga hater I aint from atlanta but the beat get catered Eat the 808 bitches say they love my flavor Cuz I'm a yellow nigga, so I rep the lakers Wilt chamberlain, hoes in to many places Player player shit, city's next to where they names is Famous amos shit, want the cookies with the rasins I play stages, no games no sages Rap ragin, move out my fucking way bitch Are you asian, yup smartest in my age group I'm fading, and I aint even off nathan So blatant, and half of these bitches basic I'm on it, you faling off like humpty dumpty in the yard I'm a fucking dog Princess shit, write my name on the star Skinny nigga dough, hoses stepping on my straw Big boy dough
Gudda
Real fly bitches all see me and they holla My shades block the sunray, dolci and gabana Louis breifcase louis bag I'm stylin Credit cards in my louis wallet when I'm going shoppin This is young money, so the money aint a problem, Got my daughter with me, if she want it them I'm going to cop it All my kids, spearl and ryan, they get everythign they want They just call daddy and they got it by the morning I'm an unpaid nigga, under age higga, I got it made nigga, not bad, I quit school in the 9th grade nigga Left my mommas house I was still and underaged nigga I was like, fuck this shit, I gotta get paid nigga Now it's 2010 and we the hotest in the game, It's young money mention money when you say my name, They call me gudda gudda, double g it's all the same Heroine flow, cocaine, put it in you vein... milzy... we gone kill these niggas in 2010, you hear me? on some g shit, you feel me, you hera, slurring right now?
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Copy to Clipboard: Young Money, Harlem I got one thing to say before I start this verse, LEGGO Feeling so good that I might run for mayor So good I might buy a present for a hater I just wanna slay her, You just want to savor Well good come and get her, let me get back to my paper Straight from harlem with the cellars and the shavers To a high rise balcony way in the air Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors And the watch on my wrist dumber than any one of Flavor's Cyclops watch the bitch beam lasers And all my diamonds wathcing, semi davis Oh that's you girl, I make her say see you later Take her home and make her sing like I need the paper They all under estimated, but I mate it From that young money flow out we courageous Yeah we the champs so every day is a celebration Aint nobody do like this in ages Not only are we young money, bitch we are the greatest Catch me in some jordans before you catch me in some gators No I'm not icy bitch I'm definetly a glacier Certified ny wife taker Old school game like walk like frasier Pockets of money like an open pager I grew up in an apartment but ima die on an acre
Tyga
Mass murder every tyga hater I aint from atlanta but the beat get catered Eat the 808 bitches say they love my flavor Cuz I'm a yellow nigga, so I rep the lakers Wilt chamberlain, hoes in to many places Player player shit, city's next to where they names is Famous amos shit, want the cookies with the rasins I play stages, no games no sages Rap ragin, move out my fucking way bitch Are you asian, yup smartest in my age group I'm fading, and I aint even off nathan So blatant, and half of these bitches basic I'm on it, you faling off like humpty dumpty in the yard I'm a fucking dog Princess shit, write my name on the star Skinny nigga dough, hoses stepping on my straw Big boy dough
Gudda
Real fly bitches all see me and they holla My shades block the sunray, dolci and gabana Louis breifcase louis bag I'm stylin Credit cards in my louis wallet when I'm going shoppin This is young money, so the money aint a problem, Got my daughter with me, if she want it them I'm going to cop it All my kids, spearl and ryan, they get everythign they want They just call daddy and they got it by the morning I'm an unpaid nigga, under age higga, I got it made nigga, not bad, I quit school in the 9th grade nigga Left my mommas house I was still and underaged nigga I was like, fuck this shit, I gotta get paid nigga Now it's 2010 and we the hotest in the game, It's young money mention money when you say my name, They call me gudda gudda, double g it's all the same Heroine flow, cocaine, put it in you vein... milzy... we gone kill these niggas in 2010, you hear me? on some g shit, you feel me, you hera, slurring right now?
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