Fuck da bullshit feat. Young Mon

Yeah cut me up gimme a light

Yeah and by the way ni**a it's young mula first lady

Uh yo yo let us begin with a bad lil' specimen

Ballenciaga's is all these things i be steppin' in

Pucci baby suits only thing i'm dressin' in

'Cause i get wetter than a navy seal veteran

Got 'em writin' love letters in they journal

Keep 'em in these toes like a midget at the urinal

Bad as i wanna be

She ain't bad she a sad and a wanna be

Yeah f**k da b******t it's big money poppin'

Young mula yeah just like that

What up young ni**a

Let's go gudda

Okay we runnin' this sh*t when we walk in the buildin'

Got b**ches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceilin'

Young money we 'bout to k**l 'em i promise i'll make a million

And if they didn't have no hands i'll bet 'em b**ches gon' feel 'em

I'm talking' money and power you getting' money i doubt it

Fresher than baby powder with your b**ch in the shower

That p**sy i'ma devour i beat it up 'til it's sour

No need for you to even trip b**ch i'll be done in an hour let's go

They say the blacker the berry the redder the cherry

I say the sweeter it is ya dig bury

Then the b******t varies and it got me wary

But i know two of the same call it murdered and married

Hustlin' is so necessary with no avisaries

But it ain't no love like a calendar with no february

I'ma need four secretaries and 4 bloody mary's

I'ma go eat me sum p**sy and choke up the cherry i'm gone

Yeah fully loaded with it to the ceilin' with it

More money than ya ever seen ni**a aight drizzy drake

k**l the game no one recovers the murder weapon

Young angel if you hate me tell me burn in heaven

How'd you sleep on me the highest earning freshmen

Like ya third infection i hope you learned ya lesson

Yeah i spit raw but i prefer protection

I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in

B**ch i got the answer and still ain't heard the question

I shut ya club down please reserve my section

F**k a confrontation they ain't no cakin' it

And i'm cakin' b**ch 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 ni**a i be on that major sh*t

'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