Young Money Lyrics

Getting too cold to admit

Judah phone my phone'll get kicked

Luda been holding my dick

Two to my shooter

I'm cooler than buddha

Maneuvered my jeweler

I'm ruling the rick

I been a tutor

My move they been smoother

And I'm in pursuit of just doing it big

Look what I threw in a fit

Look what I do on a hit

You bitches look stupid as shit

Produce it and spit then I'm gone

Yeah I'm elusive and quick but I'm calm

Yeah I got goose I can sip

But I'm boosting the whip

'Til I loosen the grip in my palm

Shit I been killing them bitches

Not feeling fictitious

Not feeling my new shit is wrong

Shit I been stealing them missions

My meal been delicious

I'm vicious producing a bomb

Bitches be hating me I'm on the rise

I'm who they pray to be I'm with the guys

And I'm debatably swishing just made a three

Yeah bitch I'm paid a g see the demise

Cause it's green in my eyes

Got that purp in the cup

Never needing the disguise

Got that work and then its tucked

I can see it in his eyes

Wasn't the reading the surprise

Now he sleeping with the flies

And he hurt with a cut