Young Money - Finale Lyrics

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[verse 1 - gudda gudda]

They call me young gudda

I'm all about the dough still

And anybody in my way roadkill

Everything my hands touch turn to gold

Money knots and jewels with no records sold (yeah)

I'm manhandling rappers with no effort

So imagine what'll happen when i start applying pressure

Guillotine flow who ready to get severed nogga

In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga

[verse 2 - jae millz]

Yo we are young money

Nigga you can't chocha

It's about to get real ugly amarosa

Ym vultures there ain't a family doper

We done changed the way the game looks sammy sosa (ha 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

Did it all for new york and this love no need to thank me millz

[verse 3 - tyga]

Uhh fast money i don't slow dance

Young money muthafucka till the world end

Money over weight bitch rosanne

I don't listen to these kids grown man

Skinny nigga dubbed up lohan

Lindsey the white benz same color mike skin

Make ya soul spin when the ping load in

Au revoir goodbye now applaud

[verse 4 - lil' chuckee]

Young money lil' g

Battle juice in my blood

Jumpin' at ya boy

Man you better have ya 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 he love that

Yung wid a attitude watch how ya talk to me

Keep playin' freddy boi i'll leak on ya elm street

Trouble is what you want dog pain is what you gon' get

It's young money till the bone grizzle ya dig?

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[verse 5 - lil' twist]

Young money good night

And yeah i'm gonna shine like an ultraviolet light

Lil' twist cold cellar like it's open tonight

31st nigga to write you need a telescope sight

To try to see me i'm so far gone

Even though i'm goin' out kids i'm so far on

I gotta house full of chicks like the playboy home

Wrappin' up my lifestyle and i smash this song

Twizzy

[verse 6 - nicki minaj]

I'm in that cotton pink bent'

Puttin' mass 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 jim-any

And it's going down like santa in a chimney

You don't ball break ya baby back ribs

You need more assist than the handicap kids (oh shit)

[verse 7 - shanell]

Young money we rockstars

So fuck wit' ya magnum on

And hold on we go long

You feel that? we get that

We in that we run that we bus' back

We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more

Back for more..

[verse 8 - mack maine]

Michael wade family in the building you can't hold us

Me taz and wayne be the three new moguls

Buffet around here y'all boys scrape the plates

And we don't eat up in our whispa 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

[verse 9 - drake]

Alright i got this you can never get this

I built it up from nuthin' 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 mafuckin' death wish

Yeah tell me who controls kings

I don't follow rules stupid old things

I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings

And my team deserves some muthafuckin' superbowl rings young money

[verse 10 - lil' wayne]

I'm so in this bitch ceo in this bitch

Lil' weezy stand tall tippytoe in this bitch

Blood gang muthafucka da da doe in this bitch

Make ya girl get barry manilow in this bitch

In the body of the world money is the blood

And everyday i be back and forward to the blood bank

Uhh making deposits till i fuckin' faint

New orleans nigga how about them fuckin' saints

It's tight on our end call that bubba franks

Matter fact it's too tight add a couple links

I'm the barstender 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

Uhhhh

It's young moulah baby.

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