Young Money - GooderLyrics

Young Money, they go 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 counting Call me J-2-0, I flow like a fountain And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouchin' Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falcon Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain I'm a uptown flamethrower young money fire starter Had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem And I ain't like none of these other niggas I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs. Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin' with us? You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches I slut them bitches, then back to the door, like fuck them bitches [Chorus] Times ain't the same, shit been going bad But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than a mu'fucka Than a mu'fucka, this for my mu'fuckas We run this mu'fucka So fuck them niggas And fuck them hoes Money talks, We say hello And I'm so, I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby OK it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it Paper coming in money never going outward Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting This here is God's work, ain't nothing you can do about it So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline And 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 levee broke It's all about the paper, money control my whereabouts About a year from now I'm tryin' to 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 nothing come in front of that Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that Pay me in advance so I'm not coming bitch Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch [Chorus] Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across Money do somersaults, Bentley on young adults Stuntin' on them hoes, it ain't me, its the money folk 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 been goin' 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's so close, I can give that bitch a hug And a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster 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 the hands were tied because [Chorus] Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby Yeah Young Moolah baby