They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the dough still
And anybody in my way,
roadkill
Everythin' my hands touch
turn to gold
Money, knots and jewels with no records sold,
yeah (yeah)
I'm manhandlin' rappers with no effort
So, imagine what'll happen when I
start applying' pressure
Guillotine flow,
who ready to get severed, nigga?
In or out the booth,
you could get leveled, nigga
Now we gone take
Yo, we are Young Money
Nigga, you're camp chocha
It's about to get real ugly,
Omarosa
YM vultures, it ain't a family doper
We done changed the way the game looks,
Sammy Sosa (ha!)
This is life this ain't a job
Audemare and Shapor, just
symbolize I go hard
Navy on navy Camaro, I did it all
for the Yankees (L'eggo)
Did it all for New York, and this love,
no need to thank me, Millz
Uhh, fast money,
I don't slow dance
Young Money,
muthafucka, 'til the world end
Money overweight, bitch, Rosanne
I don't listen to these kid s,
grown man
Skinny nigga, dope though, Lohan
Lindsey, the white Benz,
same color Mike skin
Make yo' soul spin when
the ping load in
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud
My lil' G, Lil' Chuck
Young money lil' G,
battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at yo' boy, man,
you better have a bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet
Now, come drag ya dog out the ring,
how you love that?
Young with an attitude,
watch how you talk to me
Keep playin' Freddy, boy,
I'll leak on yo' Elm Street
Trouble is what you want, dog,
pain is what you gon' get
It's Young money to the bone gristle,
ya dig?
Ugh, Young money, good night
And, yeah, I'm gon' shine
like an ultraviolet light
Lil' Twist gonna sell out,
like it's open tonight
Goin' for the first nigga to write
You need a telescope sight to try to see me,
I'm so far gone
Even though I'm goin' off,
kids, I'm so far on
I gotta house full of chicks like
the Playboy home
Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smashed this song,
Twizzy
I'm in that cotton- pinkin' Bent,
put massa on the guts
White on white whips,
Kunta Kinte on the clutch
You at the bottom of the pole, totem
Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotom
Flyer than a cricket,
so they call me Nicki Jiminy
And it's goin' down,
like Santa in a chimney
You don't ball,
break yo' baby- back ribs
You need more assist than the
handicap kids (oh shit)
Michael Wade family in the buildin',
you can't hold us
Me, Taz, and Wayne be
the three new moguls
Buffet around here,
yo' boys scrape the plates
And we don't eat up in our whips,
they got paper plates
Soon as we leave the club,
damn, let the models go
One word I forgot to say on his album,
Hollygrove
This track the finale, nah, this the genesis
Young Money murderers,
we killin' shit forever
Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nothin',
you would think I'm playin' Tetris
Thousand dollar sweater on,
but I don't ever sweat shit
Swear the beats they give me, got
a muhfuckin' death wish
Yeah, tell me, who controls kings?
I don't follow rules,
stupid old things
I'm flyin' through the city in
a coupe with those wings
And my team deserves some muthafuckin' Super Bowl rings,
Young Money
I'm so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch
Lil Weezy stand tall,
tippy toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka',
da- da, doe in this bitch
Make yo' girl get Barry
Manilow in this bitch
In the body of the world,
money is the blood
An d everyday I be back and forward
to the Blood bank
Uh, makin' deposits 'til I fuckin' faint
New Orleans, nigga,
how 'bout them fucking Saints?
It's tight on our end,
call that Bubba Franks
Matter fact, it's too tight,
add a couple links
I'm the bars- tender,
you a women drink
Yeah, it's Young Money,
but the money ain't
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty
Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic
Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas
And Mack Maine rap,
sing and manage, uh
Money 
