Tekster:
Young Money Fuck Da Bullshit

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

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

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

not die And I'm tryin to understand why the fuck did you let that bullet fire Nigga left so spank me in the cut can't even give em no money Gotta get

ain't got? You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it (Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around {Yo I mastered

they teach that bullshit So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked Well, them young

Thought you would come home after drama, have me screamin' your name Young and dumb, I took you back pretendin' I couldn't see You havin' babies on the side while you still fuckin

us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's

Da real niggas recite it, da real bitches dey luv it It's just da way da I thug it, so wen dey want it I'm like fuck it I said I'm Young by the way,