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Mirror

Ooh in the mirror

I see a f-cken star

Got your momma screaming

Ohh look in the mirror

I see a f-cken star

Got your momma screaming

For me, like I'm ElDebarge

Lookin at my skin

All green scars

Bitch I think I'm pac

Gold hair and bow (ahhh)

Lambo, Ralph sag

Poppin purple tags

Show my face for cash

I'm a need a mask

For the love of money, I'll never love again

When you start to get it, bitch you'll understand

I'm holding my balls

Lettin them know I'm the man

The realer I get (the realer I get)

The better they shakin' my hand

Medicine man

Sick of these roll

Playas stealin' my slang

Beast mode, K Perkins

In the muthaf-cken (muthaf-cken)

Brought my shack just in case

In the party if you pop off

See it's there, baby take yo top off

Man you niggas, man you niggas

Fuck yo knockoffs

I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some goyard

Damn they real, order them all

That's an auto-fraud

Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou

I took my cash, spend it round town like Taz

Last king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz

Bitch it's rainin, duffel bag

It's opportune, let's make it fast

You goin' let it drip a little

Then I'm a make it splash

Box it in a doggy bag

I be hungry, later man

Man, I'm a f-cken king

Look what's on my f-cken chest

Startin' to smell like money in this bitch

Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch

[Gudda Gudda:]Bitch I'm on fire

Young Money rida'

Let the tool off for my nigga Tyga Tyga

Give em hell with the written spittin hot sauce

Treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off

The coupe I take the top off

Woof, bitch, top dog

Lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Then the bitch get lock jaw

We on top like toupes

Hat to the back, with 2 braids

Weezy out in 2 days

Young Money (Thursday)

We about to act up

Money I'm a stack up

Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and then I'm a crack up

I'm hittin' like a Mack truck

Gun make a bitch nigga back up

Stacks on deck

Hit a nigga on the neck

And the bitch nigga don't get back up

Young Gudda times 2, that the name, hoe

Got a pot of gold like the end of the rainbow

You ain't a ballin' nigga what the fuck you came for

Oh you here with yo main hoe

I'm leaving with that same hoe

Gudda

Startin' to smell like money in this bitch

Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch

Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch

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