Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas, only things I be steppin in
Pucci bathing suit's
Only thing I'm dressing in
'Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got Got 'em [A]writin love
Letters in they jour-n-al
Keep 'em [A]on [C7]they toes like
A midget at the urinal
Bad Bad Bad-Bad Bad Bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad, she a sad little wannabe
Yeah f*ck the bullshit it's big
Money popping young Mula! yeah
Just like [F]that what up, young
Nigga? Let's go gudda, brrrat!
Okay, we ɾunning this shit
When we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall [Em]to [C7]wall
Hoes hangin from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to [C7]kill 'em
I promise I make a million
And if they didn't have no hands I'll
Bet them [A]bitches gon' feel 'em
I'm talkin money and [Bm]power you
Getting money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder
With your bitch in the shower that pussy
I'ma devour I beat it up 'til it's sour
No need for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]even tɾip bitch
I'll be [Am]done in a hour, let's go
Yeah yeah, that's more like [F]it
Junior!
They say the blacker the berry
The ɾedder the cherry
I say the sweeter it is you [A7dig? Buried
Then the bullshit varies, and [Bm]it got [Fm7]me wary
But I know two are the same
Call [Em]it "murdered" and [Bm]"married"
(Believe that)
Hustling is so necessary, with no adversaries
But ain't no love
Like a calendar with no Februarys
I'ma need four secretary
And four Bloody Marys
I'ma go eat me some pussy
And choke off the cherry I'm gone
Yeah, fully loaded with it
To the ceiling with it
More money than you [A7ever seen, nigga!
Aight, Drizzy, Drake
Look, kill the game
No one ɾecovers the murder weapon
Young Angel
If you [A7hate me tell me burn in heaven
(Brrrrat) how'd ya sleep on [C7]me?
The highest earnin freshmen
Like your third infection
I hope you [A7learned your lesson [C7](yeah)
Yeah, I spit ɾaw, but I prefer protection
I own a heart and [Bm]a mind
And a shirt she slept in
Bitch, I got [Fm7]the answer
And still ain't heard the question
I shut your club down
Please ɾeserve my [A]section
F*ck a confrontation
There ain't no cake in it
And I'm caking, bitch
So tell me why I'd take a break from it
The mother of your child always
Tell you [A7I'm her favorite
She call [Em]me her baby not the
One she was [Am7]in labor with
She say, "Ooh, you [A7taste good, " I say, "Ooh
Just savor it"
She know that she love a nigga
I be [Am]on [C7]that major shit
'Cause I get paid to [C7]stand
And I get paid to [C7]sit
So I don't walk around with money
Baby girl I'm made of it
