(feat. Birdman)




[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

Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in

Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm 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 ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe



[Birdman]

Yeah fuck the bullshit

It's 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 I'll make a million

And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em

I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it

Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower



That pussy imma devour, I beat it up till it's sour

No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour

Let's 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 February's

Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's

Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry

I'm 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

How'd 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 ain't heard the question

I shut ya club down, please reserve my section

Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it

And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it

The mother of your child always tell you I'm 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 don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it