paroles de chanson Finale - Young Money

What it do nigga
It's your nigga T-Streets bang bang in the building
This Young Money
First up my nigga Gudda Gudda
Double G blah blah

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 nigga
In or out the booth you could get leveled nigga

Now we gone take it to Harlem
Millzy
Leggo

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

Now we gone take it to the West Coast
Tyga 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 though, Lohan
Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin
Make ya soul spin when the ping load in
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud

Now its child's play nigga
My lil G, Lil Chuck

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?

Now we have the hottest nigga on the internet
Lil Twist Hefner, what it do

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

Yeah, next up we have the best rapper alive
Nicki Minaj

I'm in that cotton pink Bent
Putting 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)

And now the beautiful
Miss Shannelle

Young Money we rockstars
So fuck with 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 coming back for more
Back for more

Next up my nigga Mack Maine
Stupid Macknoopid
One hundred

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

Yeah, Toronto
Drizzy get em

Alright I got this, you can never get this
I built it up from nothing you would think I'm playing 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

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
Uh making deposits till I fucking faint
New Orleans nigga how about 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 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
Uh

It's Young Moulah baby