F*** Da Bulls*** (feat. Birdman)

Yeah, cut it up, give me a light

Yeah, and by the way ****, it's young moola

First leg

Yo, yo, let us begin when the bad little specimen

But Baenciagas only things I be steppin in'

Poochie baby suits only thing I'm dressing in

'Cause I get wetter than a navy SEAL veteran

Got 'em writing love letters in their journal

Keep 'em on their toes like a midget at the urinal

Bad as I wanna be

She ain't bad, she a sad little wanna be

Yeah, fuck the bullshit, there's big money poppin'

Young Moola

Yeah, just like that

What up young ****, let's go, gutter

Ok, we runnin' this shit when we walk in the building

Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hanging 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 be them bitches gon' feel 'em

I'm talking money and power, you getting money? I doubt it

Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower

That pussy I'ma devour, I beat it up till it's sour

No need for you to even trip bitch, I be done in an hour

Let's go

Yeah, that's more like it

Junior

They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry

I say the sweeter it is, ya dig? Bury

Then the bullshit varies

And the got me wary, but I know two of the same

Call that murdered and married

Hustling is so necessary, with no adversaries

But there ain't no love like a calendar, with no Februarys

I'ma need four secretaries, and four Bloody Marys

I'ma go eat me some pussy and choke off the cherry

I'm gone

Yeah, fully loaded with it

To the ceiling with it

More money than you ever seen ****

A'ight Drizzy, Drake

Love, kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon

Young angel, if you hate me tell me burn in heaven

How'd ya sleep on me? The highest earning freshman

Like your third infection, I hope you learned your 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 your club down, please reserve my section

Fuck the confrontation, there ain't no cake in 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 wasn't labeled with

She say ooh, you taste good, I say ooh, just savor it

She know that she loving it, 'cause 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