Birdman
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way nigga
Its Young Mula, first lady
Nicki Minaj
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil specimen
Ballenciagos is all these things I be steppin in
Gucci bathing suits, only thing Im dressin in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She aint bad she a sad and a wannabe
Birdman
Yeah fck the bullshit
Its big money poppin
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young nigga
Lets go Gudda
Gudda Gudda
Okay we runnin this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin from the ceiling
Young Money we bout to kill em, I promise Ill make a million
And if they didnt have no hands, Ill bet them bitches go feel em
Im talkin money and power, you gettin money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower
That pssy imma devour, I beat it up till its sour
No need for you to even trip bitch Ill be done in a hour
Lets go!
Birdman
Junior
Lil Wayne
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no love, like a calendar with no Februarys
Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Marys
Imma go eat me some pssy, and choke up the cherry
Im gone
Birdman
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
Drake
Look
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
Howd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer,and still aint heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
fck a confrontation, they aint no cakin it
And Im cakin bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you Im her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say oh you taste good, I say oh just savor it
She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I dont walk around with money, baby girl Im made of it