Dj Khaled - Money Lyrics Ft. Young Jeezy & Ludacris

Dj Khaled - Money Lyrics Ft. Young Jeezy & Ludacris

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I can’t even walk
My pockets too heavy
Got that 40 on me now
Them choppers too heavy
Told ‘em you gotta fall back
I can’t sneak you in the club
Said I’m in the car you need me my n-gga
Nothin’ but love
Last blunt ? so much smoke I can’t see ya
Aint over here, look I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches
Way she moving that ass I think the bitch got switches
Pull up to this bitch Escalade full of killers
Now only thing realer: Escalade full of scrilla
Louis V to the back, half a rack for the snap back
Wiz khalifa’s on the coupe I’m talking black and yellow flapjacks

[Hook : Young Jeezy]
When I talk I be talking ’bout money
So please don’t talk to me if you ain’t talking ’bout money
Weed, coke, ecstasy, nah we talkin bout money
Don’t know what went wrong with me, cause I be talkin bout money
We talkin’ bout money

Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
LUDA!
I’m talkin’ ’bout money you never seen, hoe
The incredible hulk, so much paper I’m turning green, hoe
Green giant, I want it, I buy it
Y’all just ballers on a budget
Your money’s on a diet
And I’m laughing you such a riot
David verse your Goliath
Let my money talk for me
Hear ‘em, be quiet
Hamilton said “was happenin’?”
Jackson said “wat it do?”
Grant chucked up a deuce
My Benjamin said “f-ck you”
Ahhhhh
It cost money to fund a war nigga
I’ll have you laying right on the floor nigga
And take you higher
I’m a lover not a fighter
But if a rappers gettin gassed
Than I’m the first one to light her

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DJ Khaled]
More money, more problems
So bring the problems
I love it
This We The Best Music Group
YMCMB
Bitch I dont see you
Get your money right
Hustle Hard
I’m forreal about this shit
Get money!

[Hook]

Dj Khaled - My Life Lyrics Ft. Akon & B.o.B

Dj Khaled - My Life Lyrics Ft. Akon & B.o.B

[Intro: Akon + DJ Khaled]
Oh oh oh oh
(DJ KHALED!)
Konvict Muzik
(Cash Money, Young Money, let's go)

[Hook: Akon]
You already know the story, down this road before
Oh oh, gotta hold your breath, gotta take your child, oh oh
You want a taste of my life?
Nothin' good comes easy, gotta go hard, believe me
Gotta risk it all, gotta roll the dice
If you wanna taste of my life

[Bridge: Akon + B.o.B.]
My life, my life
(My life, my life)
You want a taste of my life?

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Yeah, they wanna taste that rapper life
But the road of fame usually spoils the appetite
We live the type of dreams you wish for in the afterlife
But all that they can see is velvet ropes and flashing lights
Not everything is lavished life
But in the mirror, all I see is all the nights I had to fight
And so I run it, all I had to sacrifice
But now I got the money, I get everything for half the price
Damn

[Akon]
You know Khaled, everybody wants the good life
Ayo, ayo, ayo, nobody really wanna pay the price
Ayo, ayo, ayo, no pain, no gain, na na na na
This might take a little longer
No pain, no gain, it will only make you stronger

[Hook]

[Bridge: Akon]
My life, my life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My life, my life
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna taste of my life?

[Verse 2: Akon]
They all wanna make it up to the top
Ayo, ayo, ayo, Khaled, they don't wanna give up everything they've got
Ayo, ayo, ayo, no I can't, no I can't, na na na na, this might take a little longer
No pain, no gain, na na na na, it will only make you stronger

[Hook + Bridge: Akon]

Dj Khaled - Can't Stop Lyrics Ft. Birdman & T-Pain

Dj Khaled - Can't Stop Lyrics Ft. Birdman & T-Pain

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Shinin’, grindin’ on the shine
Flippin’ all the time
When we hustlin’, Young Money gunnin’
Cash Money flippin’, shit them everytime
When we grindin’ cause we gettin’, flippin’ the change range
And doin’ different thangs, hittin’ the same lanes
But flippin’ didn’t change
Yeah, higher then we ever been
More money, now more money, cause we ballin’ in

[Hook: T-Pain]
You know I can’t stop, I won’t stop
I feel like everybody’s trying to kill me
So I don’t stop, ’till I’m on top
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute, you know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Shinin’ bright lights, hotter then them other lights
The real life flash mash on the same night
More money, now we brighter then we even been
Hundred thousand poppin’ bottles, bitch we goin’ in
Crystal lights, blowin’ on that Khaled dro
Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor
Rainbow, red bone with the triple color
Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yeah it’s on deck, straps on deck
Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets
Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet
From hundred G’s to flippin’ hundred, bitch we hit the liq’
High on the hill, the view above the falls
Smashin’ in the field, 100 balls ...
You know how we do it, bossin’ up grand news
Uptown survivor, money really shoot

[Hook]

Dj Khaled - I'm Thuggin' Lyrics Ft. Ace Hood & Waka

Dj Khaled - I'm Thuggin' Lyrics Feat. Ace Hood and Waka Flocka

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah DJ Khaled, Mean Mug music
Waka Flocka (Ace Hood)
This gon' fuck the streets up
This gon' fuck the club up

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
Always kick my dough and shawty last night
I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug.

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
God a bless a niggas soul, bitch I'm out you
Where the wrong color, you can't come around you
So get your mind right, and keep your pistol close
Hoppin' out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal
I'm a nigga, stay thuggin', my lil' cousin got his chopper chrome
And a nigga want problems, take your top off like a metro dome
And make a loud noise, sounds like it's world war
And never break a sweat, that's what them killers for
I get money ho, on some real shit
Deck 100's on me, that's just what I deal with
Waka's ... out, and we the business
See me fuck the hammer, bet your niggas feel quick
Mama pray for me, commit a lot of sins
And it don't make it better consumin' a lot of gin
Blood, sweat & tears, I put my soul out
Smell the flowers, bitch, I might just pull the rose out.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
A young nigga, fuckin' ... with his transluce
Middle finger all the fans, cause I said too
Now we my G's at? Now where them dope boys?
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner for it
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' off that 7 ..., just when I pull up
Now where my bad bitches, who keep that ass fat?
I love a hood bitch, ain't scared to throw that ass back
And I keep them real niggas, homie that's that
You a super duck, I'm talkin' Aflac
My niggas stormed out, stormed out
Stupid... in them zones with that stone mouth
Club stupid packed, it's a mad house
Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you assed out
And homie that's word, my niggas gon' learn
See that red in blue, I'm runnin' out my Converse

[Hook]

Dj Khaled - Future Lyrics Ft. Ace Hood, Big Sean

Dj Khaled - Future Lyrics Feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wale, Vado, Big Sean.

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit records
They hustlin'

[Ace Hood:]
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em
He just told me kill 'em
100 for the Beamer
Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked
Keep the Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast
See me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street
Swear I will mark any beat
Spread this to the industry
Lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T
Pull this through with chemistry
Hottest nigga 'round, they saying
Greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy
More money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D
Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me
Wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?
I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm siamese
Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Walk in my house you can meet my maid
And you give a damn you can push that Lac
Push that Benz on, push that ..., hop to the whip, no top on mine
Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
I been paying my secret client, talk to..., what I resign
... your house, about to sign

[Meek Mill:]
We the muthafuckin best
Word to my mama
Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama
All I want is change
And my niggas they wanted the same
I run it, the money
And even the fame
I turned into something they never became
Through all the rain, I kept my flame
And I kept running and that's my ...
World nigga, my hood ...
No 62's on [...
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
I wan't y'all to see now
I feel that love, I feel that hate
I put it to your mug, you gon faint
When that thing gon fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
... are ready, but they ain't gon ride
Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!

[Big Sean:]
Do it! OK
Smoke until I ain't got no lungs
Got it going down, no teeth
I call it "speaking tongues"
Do it! Do it!
Now you speaking my language
When they twist and talk with they fingers
Man this ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the ashes it's a
Detroit fucking classic from when
MM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes
Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor
Yeah that motor be the fastest
Bitch, they call it Motor City
Cause I'm most likely to crash
Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...
Going broke? No sir!
Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style Bitch
But I overshine
Told em it's the quarter so I guess
We're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch. I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung out
I'm like Jordan to you niggas
I might need to stick my tongue out
She wiggled and wobble/bobbled
Then landed on my throttle
Bitch, I might make you my baby
And even buy you a bottle
That's how they talk to you?
... people like Versace
My pockets got paper on paper
This shit just look like a novel
With 10 thousand worth of ice on me now...
But it don't feel half as good
As grandma saying she's proud...

[Wale:]
Forever dedicated, my poetic genius
Something they close to seeing
Tell em they close, they scheming
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't believe ya. Y'all run them ...
We put a wreath on niggas' careers
We the best, Khaled
No need to stress, Khaled
Know there's a lot of artists
But I got the best palette
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, you think he really
Nelson Mandela
That's fire though. One time for the 305, though
That hydro make me tired, yo
My kickin be so Tai Bo!
My balance be so tight rope
That's hard to find
Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shiit
That white whip shit
On the side, wrists slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing
Bumper cars. You niggas under cause
You should be unemployed
All you smokers Reggie, ... making a bunch of noise
Who gon tell me that I ain't going?
Young Folarin, you see them puters
That was my influence

[Vado:]
The time was felt
Turning to Ground Zero
Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes
Their hero, as I play ...
Corleone like Bob DiNero
Been through it here though
Don't move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin like ...
Your house is on West and 4th
Mine is on West 6th
While I ride this Mazerati

Dj Khaled - Legendary Lyrics Ft. Chris Brown

Dj Khaled - Legendary Lyrics Feat. Chris Brown, Keyshia Cole & Ne-Yo

[Keisha Cole]
You know, I've seen some things..
It's important to stay strong
Waddup DJ Khaled?
It's your girl KC!

[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?

[Ne-Yo]
Baby don't cry no more
Cause I'm here to show you
I know you got some fight in you
So do me, do it so easy

[Keisha Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But the ones that get up
Are always the strongest
Who can I imagine if I
Never went through nothing
I wouldn't be a fighter
And I wouldn't last the longest

[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?

Legends are born and created
Nothing's free, so I take it
You teach the G's a religion (goin in!)

[Keisha Cole]
Everybody's gonna fight
And everybody's gonna fall
But I don't want to stay either
Who is the strongest?
Who can I imagine in a fight?
Never went through nothing
I want to be a fighter
And I want to last the longest

[Hook]
If not they, then who?
Who can carry on the weight of this world?
If not they, then who?
Make sure all the people know how we do

[Chris Brown]
I'm promising to do it better than
Anybody ever seen. I will be
Everything that everybody told me
I would never be
I'm feeling the breeze, the wind at my back
My head to the sky. (Won't stop now!)
No, not ever
You can see in my eyes
I will be legendary

Dj Khaled - A Million Lights Lyrics Ft. Tyga

Dj Khaled - A Million Lights Lyrics Ft. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine, Jae Millz & Kevin Rudolf

[Hook: Kevin Rudolf]
A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold

[Verse 1: Tyga]
New Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day til the night pass
Damn, I ain't trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Try to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
Still shinin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: MackMaine]
You gettin' old and your heart turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these ... hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life
... ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
... and king, I'm lookin' for a dope queen
Uh, first thing baby: I'm ready to rock
Baby car goes high, man smash ...
Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills (Millz-y)
Keep riders, get birth control pills

[Jae Millz]
Uh, young money, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right, I'mma sip champagne 'till it burn my side
... to the front, like Jeter
My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud speakers
Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Uh, it's that summertime, money time
Gonna rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine
Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line
Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line
Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx
How ... in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothin' like a movie, I just date a ...
Remember it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages
Independent, yeah I told 'em major later
We some independent niggas gettin' major paper
Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!

[Hook]

Dj Khaled - Sleep When I'm Gone Lyrics Ft. Busta Rhymes

Dj Khaled - Sleep When I'm Gone Lyrics Ft. Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo Green, Ester Dean & The Game

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
About to change the game
DJ KHALED!
WE THE BEST FOREVER
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go

[Hook: Cee-Lo]
I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)
I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay
Naps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time's on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone

[Verse 1: Game]
They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related
Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card game
And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change
Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games
Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great dane
Try me, end up like why me?
Team full of animals, like I coach the heat
Four floor mansion, close to the beach
6 car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks
Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long
And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this
The streets classified me as another level of greatness
I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch
And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit
Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings
Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine
The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time
The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas
Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas
Now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away
'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it
And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze

Poor lil' rich nigga, that's me
Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh
Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep
1.5 wide, every 2 weeks
Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out
Life is short, then please, my kids gon' ball out
They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin' cars out
You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out
Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in
All cause you let a nigga slip in
Aftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06
Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories
Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies
Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy

[Hook]

DJ Khaled Ft. Akon & B.o.B - My Life Lyrics

DJ Khaled Ft. Akon & B.o.B - My Life Lyrics

nothing comes easy
gotta go hard believe me
gotta risk it all
gotta roll the dice
if you want a taste of my life

my life my life
my life my life
my life my life
my life my life
my life my life
my life my life
if you want a taste of my life

yeah they wanna taste that rapper life
but the road to fame usually spoils the appetite
we live the type of dreams you wish for

DJ Khaled Ft. Young Jeezy & Ludacris - Money Lyrics

DJ Khaled Ft. Young Jeezy & Ludacris - Money Lyrics

ain't over here look i wouldn't wanna be ya
talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches
way she moving that ass i think the bitch got switches
pull up to this switch escalade full of killers
now only thing... escalate full of scriller
louis v to the bag half a rack for the slap rack
wiz khalifa's on the coupe i'm talking black and yellow flapjacks

when i talk i be talking 'bout money
so please don't talk to me if you ain't talking 'bout money

DJ Khaled - I'm On One Lyrics

DJ Khaled I'm On One ft Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne YScRoll

(Drake)
Im gettin' son throwed
Iaint went this hard since
I was 18
Apologise if I say,
anythin' I dont mean
Like whats up with your
best friend?
We could all have some fun,
believe me
And whats up whith these
new niggas?
And why they thing it all
comes so easy
But get it while you here boy
Cause all tha hupe dont feel
the same next year boy
Yeah and Ill be right here
in my stop with a little more
cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had
you shot.
With my skin tanned and my
hair long
And my fans who been so patient,
me and 40 back to work but we still
smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fuckin' allegations,
Im just feelin' like
the throne is for the takin'
Watch me take it!

All I care about is money
and the city that Im from
Ima sip until I feel it,
Ima smoke it till its done
And i dont really give a fuck,
and my excuse is that Im young
and Im only gettin' older so
somebody shoulda told ya.

I'm on one
Yeah, fuck it , Im on one
Yeah, I said Im on one
Fuck it, Im on one
Two white cups and
Igot that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix
that shit.
Money that we got,
never get that shit
Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one

(Rick Ross)

UGH!

Im burnin' purple flowers
Its burnin' my chest
I bury the most cash and burnin' the rest
Walkin' on the clouds,
suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise
the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink,
do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya
everythin' is great
Even though I out on bond I
might be facin 8's
Still runnin' with the same
niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash,
gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the
woman of your dreams
In a room full of money
out in a London as she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to
make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feelin'
aint fair (Khäled)
And its double MG until I get
the chair.

(Drake)

All I care about is money
and the city that In from
Ima sip until I feel it,
Ima smoke it till its done
And i dont really give a fuck,
and my excuse is that Im young
And Im only gettin' older so
somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one
Yeah, fuck it , Im on one
Yeah, I said Im on one
Fuck it, Im on one
Two white cups and
Igot that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix
that shit.
Money that we got,
never get that shit
Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one
I'm on one
Yeah, fuck it , Im on one
Yeah, I said Im on one
Fuck it, Im on one

(Lil' Wayne)

I walk around the club,
fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat
I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, Too much money,
aint enough money
You know the feds listening,
Nigga what money?
Im a made nigga
I should dust somethin'
You niggas on the bench

Like the bus comin'
huh, aint nothing sweet
but the swishers
Im focused might aswell
say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, Im about to go
Andre the Giant
You a sell out,
but I aint buyin'
Choppa dissect a nigga
like science
Put an end to the world
like Mayans
This a celebration bitches,
Mazel Tov
Its a slim chance I fall,
Tunechi be the name,
dont ask me how I got it
Im killin these hoes
I Swear Im tryna stop the violence.

(Drake)

All I care about is money
and the city that In from
Ima sip until I feel it,
Ima smoke it till its done
And i dont really give a fuck,
and my excuse is that Im young
And Im only gettin' older so
somebody shoulda told ya
I'm on one
(Young Money Baby)
Yeah, fuck it , Im on one
Yeah, I said Im on one
Fuck it, Im on one
Two white cups and
Igot that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix
I'm on one
Yeah, fuck it , Im on one
Yeah, I said Im on one
Fuck it, Im on one
Two white cups and
Igot that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix
that shit.
Money that we got,
never get that shit
Cause I'm on one
I said fuck it I'm on one.