'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now And you gon' get popped
it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it On top
song called Shit Me Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me Hit me on my cell phone 44368 Posted on that front street Get there check and
money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money
me) Do her like I could do her, get it how you got to get it Me and my boy came up on tha block Hustling by the building Just stacking the money up to
I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young Money merger I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger S
' s*** The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s*** Before the night is done they be another murder So put your money
and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok So I can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And get
it where you want to go Just take that ass to the floor Pop something, move something Shake ya tail feather Now real girls get down on the floor (On the floor) Get that money
left wreck A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich and famous bitches can't get
might not last It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked
You could give a man time but you don't know In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show Now another young buck wants to be on top Makin' big money
'm like a one man crew, you see I don't need help I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's, rap masters Give it up leave that rappin' to me Realizin' young buck
bucket, livin' in a shack Tryin' to make the best out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad There was this girlie that I wanted to get with Who never gave
the mac Get scrilla off of crack, get fifty's shooter back Listen homie, don't let them niggas amp you money 'Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for pamper money
me correct i caught her under the christmas tree. young hov ain't have no pops thank god, man, i had the block ya'll hear me though you young fucks got
catch some wreck (We in effect, money, hahaha) Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real On the strength, no diggity I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on Haters get