Gooder
(专辑: We Are Young Money - 2009)
[Verse 1: Jae Millz] Young Money, they go Sittin on the
toilet, smokin on some medicated Counting loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravated Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin And the
second is to get more of this shit that I'm counting Call me J20, I
flow like a
fountain And I
swear I
beat the
beat up till that bitch start ouching Keep them bitches' asses bouncing, man we fly like a
falcon Comparing them to us is like a
pebble to a
mountain Im a
uptown flamethrower young money firestarter Had to sign on Wayne, I'm from the
same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem And I
aint like none of these other niggas I
get it, I
spend it, your husband on a
budget, Mrs. Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas Besides these groupies after the
shows, who's fuckin with us? you might as well have a
badge, the
way you cuff them bitches I
slut them bitches, then back to the
door, I
fuck them bitches [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Times aint the
same, shit been going bad But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the
motherfucka Than the
motherfucka, this for my motherfuckas We run this motherfucka So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes Money talks, we say hello and I'm so, I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it Paper coming in money never going out where Its young money yeah I
hear a
lot of niggas doubting This here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about it So nigga join the
team or you can catch the
sideline And just get out the
game or get hit from the
blind side We makin money while you niggas makin petty quotes You can make it rain, we make it flood like the
levee broke It's all about the
paper, money control my whereabouts About a
year from now I'm tryin to break that new McLaren out Wheels of fortune on the
whip, Vanna White in it Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it Hustle year round nothing come in front of that Rap real estate and work, I
can make a
ton with that Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I
got money bitch [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mack Maine] Yeah, Young Money I'm the
boss, you don't wanna come across Money do summersaults, bentley on young adults stuntin on them hoes, it ain't me, its the
money folk Still make it rain, get struck by a
money bolt What it is though, I
know what it aint Yall go hard, I
go to the
bank Check my check stubs, bitch it's Mack Maine Young money up and runnin, join the
campaign [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Times ain't the
same, shit been goin bad Bend a
bitch over, pull some money out her ass I'm tired of the
game, cuz it ain't what it was The
chopper's so close, I
can give that bitch a
hug and a
gangster need love, so I
keep a
gangster bitch I
got that dope dick, there ain't a
bitch I
can't addict And I'm lookin at the
game, I
roll my eyes I
looked at the
clock and the
hands were tied because [Chorus]