Interpret:

Young Money

Album:

We are Young Money

[Birdman] 


Yeah 


Cut it up gimme a light 


Yeah and by the way nigga 


Its Young Mula, first lady 






[Nicki Minaj] 


Uhhh yo yo 


Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen 


Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in 


Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in 


Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran 


Got them writing love letters in they journal 


Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal 


B-b-b-bad as I wanna be 


She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe 






[Birdman] 


Yeah fuck the bullshit 


It's big money poppin' 


Young Mula! 


Yeah 


Just like that 


What up young nigga 


Lets go Gudda 






[Gudda Gudda] 


Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building 


Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling 


Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million 


And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em 


I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it 


Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower 






That pussy imma devour, I beat it up till it's sour 


No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour 


Let's go! 






[Birdman] 


Junior 






[Lil Wayne] 


They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry 


I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry 


Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary 


But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married 


Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries 


But aint no love, like a calendar with no February's 


Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's 


Imma go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry 


I'm gone 






[Birdman] 


Yeah 


Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it 


More money than you ever seen nigga 


Aiight, Drizzy, Drake 






[Drake] 


Look 


Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon 


Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven 


How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen 


Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson 


Yeah 


I spit raw but I prefer protection 


I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in 


Bitch I got the answer,and still ain't heard the question 


I shut ya club down, please reserve my section 


Fuck a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it 


And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it 


The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite 


She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with 


She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it' 


She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit 


Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit 


So I don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it