corner kids screamin bingo! (Bingo!) Tools on deck, I aint talkin Home Depot! (Depot!) Soulja Boy Tell Em' (Tell Em') I'm icey as a icicle So much money
Chevy orange sord of like a pumpkin Sittin on the toilet cuz still getting blumpkin (??) Boo me off the stage but I'm still gettin' money As a cartoon
be eyeing me, somebody snitching somebody dying see Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was
about my team, ho, Young Money runnin' back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn Untouchable, 40 with my A.K. Mastermind Big Money
about my team hoe, Young Money running back Cash Money superstar, where the fuck's Stunna at? [Verse 2 - Birdman] Untouchable, .40 with AK Mastermind, big money
my line, uptown general Cash Money Stunnas, Young Money Killers, K-killers Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters
a flight flight 20 hours flight , i ain't never been A hater mother fucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lackers in their prime ( prime prime prime) Make money
time rider, 911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning buildings, flamed
[Lil' Wayne] I got Young Money up, And now I got my feet up, Tune in this bitch tell my niggas throw them B's up Doing what the fuck I want, Hate me all
Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor Unapproachable
a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel
in the land of ruin You get all manner of action Tinsel tigers in the metal room Stalking satisfaction They got 'em packaged up for love and money Tattooed
is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter Playa haters can feel the flame
yagga I flows sicker like, tote quicker like Na na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip catch me in my crop shit like I spit flame bitch
be seen a Green beemer, lightin cheeba Side swipe adina dressed like a liter style off the meter Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads Don't jock niggaz who floss, money
fool Matta fact I be keepin' it cool Since money been changing hands And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame
to paradise, damn I missed it Pop a bottle, light a purple candle I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me Pour bubbly, glow from the flame
time, see my son did time on it So 100 mill what we eat The feast of the streets, Cash money young beast Full grind, Cash money all the time Fire flame