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Stevie J Young money cash money Fast life, one night We did it all in one night Same night, it's one night We moved it all in one night The same night, over night Took a flight, did it all in one night Fuck a nigga bitch, all in one night Took another trip, all in one night Split a nigga's shit, all in one night Overnight, ship the same night Pay the price, the same night Hit him up, leave it since sunny bright He rolled the dice, so he paid the price I'm still the nigga off of chop a two I'm still funky like hustle new Just don't let 'em take the call from Cuba You saw me on the news but you know what I do I was down, and nigga I don't fuck around Cuz I'm pound for pound and I'm blow for blow Got another year for '98, '99 Been gone since '04, got out on parole Shit, rappin' this man and nigga I don't just kid, nigga got my spot Still hard like a locked up cock Simple but the same with a locked up pac Come and behold, they open the gates so Brace yourself big, about to shake up the block Can't just lock up the prince of the south Came the time right you didn't fuck with me Put your mold on, slot 'em, cold 'em, hold 'em My shoulder gets cold in blood I brought the motherfucker like it's ape charge I'm high enough to slide between the water I'd give it to you but nah they don't get it I'm shovelin' the gloves but hands don't fit it Take up a video and later get to know 'em Get the motherfucker for preaching to Levy I taught that detainer. Artist, painter Sweep that finger, bang 'er Cuz your motherfuckin' head I'mma blow off And your body hit the floor and the carpet stained Have the nigger that you won a star should you go to war But you're more than a gruesome painter When it come to rappin' get some lollics and then put 'em all together and use 'em Aha, I'm a fool with a tool, I'mma beast in the street Put the fucker on the door but the law got feelin' to the riddle lemme kill 'em to the beat Fuckin' records, I'mma stab 'em with them repper Get the phone with the chrome and I'm lone with the bone God dammit, I grudge when I bust 'em Three hoes with some dudes, they're alone in the room Better off gettin' hit by a chain, ran over by a truck or fall of a house Dare to fuck with me then my work, choke me on yourself 'til you pass out And the fuck I don't get no shits, and you son of a bitch, you'd better watch your step Hey, but the microphone's stickin' out your ass and the goddamn Corvette 'round your neck Bitch! Stevie J It is what it is, motherfucker what it is We so YMCMB and the B stand for biz Stand for bang, stand for Benzes Stand for Bentleys, stand for Bugattis Stand for bank, Rose bottles, beach life Beat them hands with it, be like Stunner, why they got me started? I was just chillin' (word) Now I gotta kill 'em, bullets the size of chitlins I got that old rapper clapper feel like I be in heaven I send his ass to hell to dance to the devil's rhythm Never dropped a album but I got a pocket full of cash So dear rappers, fuck you and your swag I just came back from France, did 2 shows Now the big face Rollies, I got 2 of those Awards on my wall for my pen, I got a few of those Some made niggas who paid, I got a crew of those I used to dream about pornstars, now I'm screwin' those This YMC in business, fuck you think I do, what's up? (Hold up) Talkin' about, live for it Her head good, can't imagine what she did for Let's fuck tonight, baby bay Yea tonight, cuz tomorrow is a workin' day Get it early baby cuz I'm blowin' up Maybe some time in the future I see just how you holdin' up Tell you nigga, you choose it now Say you're shiftin' gears, cruise it now Let me tell you something I make beats, I lay tracks, I write hooks, I love God, I fuck bitches. Fact Don't take long, I'm all night I'll pick you up, you ball right My applause is that I'm all in but I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' back Get it all, man get it all Never let that cup spill I'm fresher than a motherfuckin' shaker Okay, our night is young and we on Feel good and you hurt nigga Cash money and young money I'm 'bout that, see the shirt nigga The shirt nigga Young money, cash money that's right We on top and we never gonna stop Wussup Number one crew (YM) Getting' rich (CMB) Stunner Salute Believe that Stevie J That's right
Writer(s): Roberto Turatti, Silvio Melloni, Gino Zandona, Kim Joanna Woodcock, Giorgi Boretti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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