Album Name

We Are Young Money

Artist

Young Money

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2009.12.21

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Fuck Da Bullshit (Feat. Birdman) - Young Money
Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way nigga
Its Young Mula first lady
Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad
lil' specimen
Ballenciago's is all these 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
Yeah fuck the bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula
Yeah
Just like that
What up young nigga
Lets go 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
That pussy imma 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
Junior
They say the blacker the berry
the redder the cherry
I say sweeter it is
ya dig berry
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 aint no love
like a calendar with no February's
Imma need four secretary
and four Bloody Mary's
Imma go eat me some pussy
and choke up the cherry
I'm gone
Yeah
Fully loaded with it
to the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen nigga
Aiight Drizzy Drake
Look
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
Fuck a confrontation
they aint 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 nigga
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