me in Calls diverted to answer phone Red wine bottle, half the contents gone Midnight return, jacuzzi turned on Can you fill me in Whenever the coast was clear and she
't carin' where she sleeps now What ya gone do? Tell her the truth or say I left you like ho's do Lawyer just told me, he told me what it is That bastard
around to see your boy get one in baby girl And we can't leave her, not like that, not like that But damn, I think she gone, here come the po-pos and
What about us?) What about this harassment from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs cry? What about them thugs that's dead and gone
" [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] (X2) Young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu-u-ugs, young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu-u-
get mo money, braggin' om the child support Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g Come to find out, the girl never had me She
bitch have my son before I face that tragedy ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower posse Gone!!! (You seek out
Yeah! Money Gang! SOD Souljer You already know what time it is my nigga Swag up, racks up, cash up, lets go Soulja got the juice (3x) Throwin money out
22's on the whip that she choose You might say the glass is half empty I'm gonna say the glass is half full When she say my heart is too cold I'm gonna
dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile She wanna see it up close then she gotta
it all, you need me) Young Buck, catch up, yep I'ma prime time player Shorty, don't smoke weed She a high time hater and Why date her hand, my paper is
LIL TWIST VERSE 1 its the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn
watch you move as I proceed to throw this cash [Waka Verse] All that ass In your jeans Can Wale beat, can Roscoe skeet Long hair she don't care, when she walk she
if i buy a bottle she a model when she lickin it if im going down im eating it like ? knocking on my dressing room just to get flick with Chris she
you don't do sh-t but get money all day p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running your way YM young mula young money all day where the drugs so sweet
a lot of bitches like queen latifah.i am southern land not keefer.Y-M-E for young money entertain...run dummy finna bang it! you want beef then my money
minute ago she said the patron was to strong And now she hanging from my arm talking about I'm gone I bet she never blew sacks of the chron I bet she
SHit FUture billionare Yea I Gotta Be On Da List Got A Runway In My Past Cuz All Da Models Be On My Dick Young Money Young Money Swallow Dat Shit Bitch