(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 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

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

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

Yeah, hard body (hard body) Carter, carter Carter yeah Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin'

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

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

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)

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

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