Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs Don't want your money, want your love Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad We know how to make that money Slap honey on a young pancake Ain't nothin' if it ain't family Yeah, it's

(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets

I've been runnin' shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so I've been gettin' money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin' shots, but they just

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit

Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,

In that new Chopard, ooh ooh That's a car, ooh ooh Money, money, ah ooh ooh Big boss, ooh ooh In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye I just skrrt off in a robot, yay

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust