Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah) Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah) Come to meet me without no drawers? We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Shut the fuck up when you talk

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

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

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

Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches 'cause I'm young and I'm getting it I'm young and I'm getting it Okay, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs Said Shawty wanna

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,

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

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

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

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