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Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated

Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated

Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin'

And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countin'

Call me J 2-0, I flow like a fountain

And I swear I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin'

Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon

Comparin' them to I is like a pebble to a mountain

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money fire starter

I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the Carter

Harlem, and I ain't like none of these other niggas

I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget, missus

Young Money cloud gang, we so above you niggas

Besides these groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' with us?

You might as well have a badge the way you cuff them bitches

I slut them bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's

Money talks, we say hello

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby

Okay, it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it

Paper coming in, money never going outward

It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me

This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it

So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline

Or just get out the game or get hit from the blind side

We makin' money while you niggas makin' petty quotes

You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke

It's all about the paper, money controls my whereabouts

About a year from now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out

Wheels of Fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it

Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it

Hustle year 'round, nothin' come in front of that

Rap, real estate and work, I can make a ton with that

Pay me in advance, I'm not comin' bitch

Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money, bitch

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's

Money talks, we say hello

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby

Young Money under posh, y'all won't wanna come across

Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other dopes

Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's fault

Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt

What it is, though? I know what it ain't

Y'all go hard, I go to the bank

Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine

Young Money up and runnin', join the campaign

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad

Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass

I'm tired of the game 'cause it ain't what it was

The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug

And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch

I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict

And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes

I looked at the clock, and her hands were tied

Because times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's

Money talks, we say hello

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby

Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula, baby

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