Finale

Written by：A. Graham

They call me Young Gudda

I'm all about the doe still

And anybody in my way Roadkill

Everything my hands touch turn to gold

Money Knots and Jewels with no records sold

I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort

So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure

Guillotine flow who ready to get severed

In or out the booth you could get leveled ni**a

Yo we are young money

Ni**a you can't touch us

It's bout to get real ugly Amarosa

Ym vultures they ain't a family doper

We done changed the way the game look Sammy Sosa ha ha

This is like it ain't a job the Audomare and Shapor

Just symoblise I go hard

Navy on Navy camero I did all for the Yankees

Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me

Uhh fast money I don't slow dance

Young money muthaf**ker till the world end

Money over weight bits Rosanne

I don't listen to these kids grown man

Skinny ni**a dubbed up low hand

Lindsey the white Benz same colour mike skin

Make ya soul spin when the ping loading

Au revoir goodbye now applaud

Young money little G

Battle juice in my blood

Jumping out the man

You better have ya bungee cord

Since Wayne took me off the leash

I ain't lose a fight yet

Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that

Yung Wid a attitude watch how ya talk to me

Keep playing Freddy Boi I'll leak on ya elm street

Trouble is what you want dog pain is what you don't get

It's young money till the bone grissle

Young money good night

And yeah I'm gonna shine like an ultra violet light

Little twist cold cellar like

It's open tonight

31'st ni**a to write you need a telescope sight

To try to see me I'm so far gone

Even though I'm going out kids I'm so far on

I gotta house full of cheques like playboy home

Wrapping up my lifestyle and I smashed this song

Twizzi

I'm in that cotton pink bent

Put mass on the guts

Kunta Kento on the clutch

You at the bottom of the pole totem

Like Lamar Odom I ball Scrotom

Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jimany

And

It's going down like Santa in the chimney

You don't ball break ya baby back ribs

You need more assist than the handicap kids

Young money we rockstars

So f**k wit ya magnum on

And hold on we go long

You feel that we get that

We in that we run that we respect

We hit 'em when we see ''em coming back for more

Back for more

Michael Wade family in the building you can't hold us

Me Taz Wayne we the 3 new moguls

Buffet around here ya'll boys scrape the plates

And we don't eat up in our cuz we got paper plates

Soon as we leave the club damn let the models go

One word I forgot to say on his album holly grove

This track different now they nod this the genesis

Young money murderers we killing sh*t forever

Alright I got this you can never get this

I built it up from nothing you would think I'm playing tetris

Thousand dollar sweater on but I never sweat sh*t

Swear the beats they give me got a muthaf**king death wish

Yeah tell me who controls kings I don't follow rules stupid old things

Flying through the city in a coupe with those wings

My team deserves some muthaf**king supabowl rings young money

I'm so in this b**ch CEO in this b**ch

Little Weezy stand tall tippytoe in this b**ch

Blood gang muthaf**ka da da doe in this b**ch

Make ya girl get Barry Manalow in this b**ch

In the body of the world money is the blood

And everyday I be back and foward to the blood bank

Uhh making deposits till I f**king faint

New Orleans ni**a how about no f**king saints

It's tight on our end call that Bubble Franks

Matter fact

It's too tight add a couple links

I'm the barstender you a women drink

Yeah

It's young money but the money ain't

Gudda tough Nelly nice Nick nasty

Streets bad Tyga ill Drake magic

Millz Harlem Chuck wild twist Dallas

And Mack Maine rap sing and manage

It's Young Mulah Baby