Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

Four Pockets Full yeah Faded, I'm on that sizzurp Then I'ma light my spliff up I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up No deer but a

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

If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old

We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah We the fuckin' Get Money Bros 30, you a fool for this one Ear Drummers

I've got money now There is no prize When I was a young buck I tried to be liked by I tried so hard to be funny and nice I tried so hard to be sugar and spice

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,

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

Travel fast Imagine how it would be To be at the top Making cash money Go and tour all around the world Tell stories about all the young girls Have a blast

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