Tom: Eb major
Verse 1
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Eb
Cm
It's your nigga T- Streets
Eb
Bang, bang in the building
This Young Money
Cm
First up, my nigga Gudda Gudda
Eb
Cm
Double G, blap, blap
Verse 2
Cm
Eb
They call me Young Gudda,
Bb
Cm
I'm all about the dough still
Eb
Cm
And anybody in my way,
roadkill
Everythin' my hands touch
Eb
Fm
turn to gold
Eb
Cm
Fm
Money, knots and jewels with no records sold,
I'm manhandlin' rappers with no effort
Eb
So, imagine what'll happen when I
start applying' pressure
who ready to get severed, nigga?
In or out the booth,
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Cm
you could get leveled, nigga
Eb
Cm
Eb
Now we gone take
Verse 3
it to Harlem
Verse 4
Yo, we are Young Money
Eb
Nigga, you're camp chocha
It's about to get real ugly,
YM vultures, it ain't a family doper
Gm
We done changed the way the game looks,
This is life this ain't a job
Eb
Audemare and Shapor, just
symbolize I go hard
Gm
Navy on navy Camaro, I did it all
Cm
for the Yankees (L'eggo)
Bb
Did it all for New York, and this love,
Eb
no need to thank me, Millz
Verse 5
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Now we gon' take it to the
Tyga- Tyga
Verse 6
Young Money,
Bb
muthafucka, 'til the world end
Money overweight, bitch, Rosanne
Cm
Gm
I don't listen to these kid s,
Skinny nigga, dope though, Lohan
Eb
Lindsey, the white Benz,
Dm
Fm
same color Mike skin
Make yo' soul spin when
Bb
Eb
Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud
Verse 7
Eb
Now it's child's play nigga
Verse 8
My lil' G, Lil' Chuck
battle juice in my blood
Jumpin' at yo' boy, man,
you better have a bungee cord
Since Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet
Now, come drag ya dog out the ring,
how you love that?
Cm
Young with an attitude,
watch how you talk to me
Eb
Keep playin' Freddy, boy,
I'll leak on yo' Elm Street
Bb
Trouble is what you want, dog,
pain is what you gon' get
Eb
Eb
It's Young money to the bone gristle,
ya dig?
Verse 9
Eb
Now we got the hottest
nigga on the internet
Cm
Lil' Twist Hefner, what it do?
Verse 10
Cm
Ugh, Young money, good night
Eb
And, yeah, I'm gon' shine
like an ultraviolet light
Bb
Lil' Twist gonna sell out,
like it's open tonight
Goin' for the first nigga to write
Gm
Cm
You need a telescope sight to try to see me,
I'm so far gone
Eb
Even though I'm goin' off,
kids, I'm so far on
Bb
I gotta house full of chicks like
the Playboy home
Cm
Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smashed this song,
Fm
Eb
Twizzy
Verse 11
we have the best rapstress alive
Nicki Minaj (uh, yo, yo)
Verse 12
Cm
Eb
I'm in that cotton- pinkin' Bent,
Kunta Kinte on the clutch
Bb
You at the bottom of the pole, totem
Cm
Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotom
Flyer than a cricket,
so they call me Nicki Jiminy
like Santa in a chimney
Bb
Eb
You don't ball,
Cm
Eb
Cm
break yo' baby- back ribs
You need more assist than the
Eb
handicap kids (oh shit)
Verse 13
Miss Shannelle
Verse 14
rockstars
Eb
So, fuck with yo' Magnum on
Bb
And hold on, we go long
Gm
Eb
Gm
You feel that? We get that
Cm
Eb
We in that, we run that, we bus back
We hit 'em when we see 'em comin'
Cm
Back for more, back for more
Bb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Bb
Eb
Verse 15
Next up my nigga Mack Maine
Cm
Stupid Macknoopid, one hundred
Verse 16
Michael Wade family in the buildin',
you can't hold us
the three new moguls
Cm
Eb
Cm
Buffet around here,
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Bb
Cm
yo' boys scrape the plates
And we don't eat up in our whips,
Cm
Soon as we leave the club,
damn, let the models go
Eb
One word I forgot to say on his album,
Gm
Cm
This track the finale, nah, this the genesis
Bb
Cm
Young Money murderers,
Bb
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we killin' shit forever
Verse 17
Eb
Cm
Drizzy, get 'em
Verse 18
Cm
Alright I got this, you can never get this
Eb
I built it up from nothin',
you would think I'm playin' Tetris
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Thousand dollar sweater on,
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Cm
but I don't ever sweat shit
Swear the beats they give me, got
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Cm
a muhfuckin' death wish
Yeah, tell me, who controls kings?
stupid old things
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I'm flyin' through the city in
a coupe with those wings
Eb
And my team deserves some muthafuckin' Super Bowl rings,
Verse 19
Young Money
Cm
I'm so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch
Lil Weezy stand tall,
tippy toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka',
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da- da, doe in this bitch
Cm
Make yo' girl get Barry
Manilow in this bitch
In the body of the world,
money is the blood
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Eb
An d everyday I be back and forward
Cm
Uh, makin' deposits 'til I fuckin' faint
New Orleans, nigga,
how 'bout them fucking Saints?
Eb
It's tight on our end,
Verse 20
Cm
call that Bubba Franks
Matter fact, it's too tight,
I'm the bars- tender,
Yeah, it's Young Money,
Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty
Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic
Cm
Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas
And Mack Maine rap,
Verse 21
Eb
It's Young Moolah, baby
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