Young Money - F*ck Da Bullshit Lyrics
Young Money Lyrics
F*ck Da Bullshit Lyrics
(feat. Birdman)
[Birdman:]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way n-gga
It's Young Mula, first leg
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
Ballenciago's is only things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
[Birdman:]
Yeah f*ck the bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young n-gga
Let's go Gudda
[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower
Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
That pussy I'm a devour, I beat it up till it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour
Let's go!
[Lil Wayne:]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig... burried
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But ain't no love, like a calendar with no February's
I'm a need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's
I'm a go eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry
I'm gone
[Birdman:]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen n-gga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
[Drake:]
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer, and still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
F*ck a confrontation, they ain't no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say "oh you taste good", I say "oh just savor it"
She know that she love a n-gga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it
[Birdman:]
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way n-gga
It's Young Mula, first leg
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
Ballenciago's is only things I be steppin' in
Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal
Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe
[Birdman:]
Yeah f*ck the bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula!
Yeah
Just like that
What up young n-gga
Let's go Gudda
[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby power, with your bitch in the shower
Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
That pussy I'm a devour, I beat it up till it's sour
No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour
Let's go!
[Lil Wayne:]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is, ya dig... burried
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But ain't no love, like a calendar with no February's
I'm a need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's
I'm a go eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry
I'm gone
[Birdman:]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen n-gga
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake
[Drake:]
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
Bitch I got the answer, and still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
F*ck a confrontation, they ain't no cakin' it
And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say "oh you taste good", I say "oh just savor it"
She know that she love a n-gga, I be on that major shit
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't walk around with money, baby girl I'm made of it
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