Finale

What it do, ****, this your **** T-Streets

Bang bang in the building

This Young Money

First up, my ****, Gudda Gudda

Double G

They call me Young Gutter, I'm all about the dough still

And anybody in my way, road kill

Everything my hands touch turn to gold

Money, knots and jewels with no records sold

Yeah, I'm manhandling rappers with no effort

So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure

Guillotine flow, who ready to get severed, ****?

In and out the booth, you could get leveled, ****

Now we gon' take it to Harlem, Millzy

Let go, yo, we are Young Money

****, you can't choke us

It's about to get real ugly, Omarosa

Y.M. vultures, it ain't a Philly doper

We done changed the way the game looks, Sammy Sosa

This is life, this ain't a job

The Audemars, champagne to symbolize I go hard

Navy on navy Camaro, I did it all for the Yankees

Did it all for New York and it's love, no need to thank me, Millz

Now we gon' take you to the West Coast, Tyga, Tyga

Fast money, I don't slow dance

Young Money motherfucker till the world end

Money overweight, bitch, Roseanne

I ain't listen to these kids, grown man

Skinny ****, dope dough, Lohan

Lindsey the white Benz, same color Mike skin

Make your soul spin when the ping loading

Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud

Yeah, now it's child's play, ****

My Lil' G, Lil Chuckee

Young Money, Lil' G, battle juice in my blood

Jumping at the boy, man, you better have your bungee cord

Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet

Now come drag your dawg out the ring, how you love that?

I'm young with a attitude, watch how you talk to me

Keep playing Freddy boy, I'll leak on your Elm Street

Trouble's what you want, dawg, pain is what you gon' get

It's Young Money till the bone gristle, you dig?

Now we got the hottest **** on the internet

Lil Twist Hefner, what it do?

Young Money, good night

And yeah, I'm gonna shine like an ultraviolet light

Lil' Twist gon' sell out like it's opening night

Going for the first **** to write

You need a telescope sight to try to see me, I'm so far gone

Even though I'm going off, kids, I'm so far on

I got a house full of chicks like a Playboy home

I'm wrapping up my lifestyle and I smash this song, twist it

Yeah, next up, we got the best rapstress' alive, Nicki Minaj

I'm in that cotton-picking bent, put massa' all on the guts

White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch

You at the bottom of the pole, totem

Like Lamar Odem, I ball, scrotum

Flyer than the crickets, so they call me Nicki Jiminy

And it's going down like Santa in the chimney

You don't ball, break your baby back ribs

You need more assists than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

And now, the beautiful Miss Chanel

Young Money, we're rockstars

So fuck with your Magnum on

And hold on, we go long

You feel that, you get that

We in that, we run that, we bust back

We hit 'em and we see 'em coming back for more

Back for more

Next up, my ****, Mack Maine

Stupid Mack Nupid, one hunnid

Microwave family in the building, you can't hold us

Me, Taz and Wayne, we the three new moguls

Buffet around here, y'all boys scrape the plate

And we don't eat up and I whisper, they got paper plates

Soon as we leave the club, damn, let our models go

One word I forgot to say on his album, Hollygrove

This track is the finale, nah, this the genesis

Young Money murderers, we killing shit forever

Yeah, Toronto, Drizzy, get 'em

Alright, I got this, you can never get this

I built it up from nothing, you would think I'm playing Tetris

Thousand dollar sweater on but I don't never sweat shit

Swear the beats that get me got a motherfucking death wish

Yeah, tell me who controls kings

I don't follow rules, stupid old things

I'm flying through the city in a coupe with those wings

And my team deserves some motherfucking Superbowl rings

Young Money

Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy

I'm so in the bitch, C.E.O. in this bitch

Lil' Weezy stand tall, tippy-toe in this bitch

Blood Gang, motherfucker, da-da-do in this bitch

Make your girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch

In the body of the world, money is the blood

And every day I be back and forward to the blood bank

Making deposits till I fucking faint

New Orleans, ****, how 'bout them fucking Saints?

It's tight on our end, call that Bubba Franks

Matter of fact it's too tight, add a couple links

I'm the bar's tender, you a woman drink

Yeah, it's Young Money but the money ain't

Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty

Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic

Millz Harlem, Chuck Wild, Twist Dallas

And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage

It's Young Moola, baby, baby