Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gooder, artist - Young Money. Album song We Are Young Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Gooder |
| Young Money! |
| L’eggo! |
| Sittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicated |
| Countin' loose thousands, I’m living good, they agravated |
| Two things on my mind, one is to keep styling |
| And the second is to get more of this shit that I’m countin' |
| Call me J20, I flow like a fountain |
| And I swear I beat the beat up till that bitch start ouching |
| Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', man we fly like a falcon |
| Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain |
| Im a uptown flamethrower young money fire starter |
| Had to sign to Wayne, I’m from the same place as «Tha Carter» Ha-Harlem |
| And I ain’t like none of these other niggas |
| I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs |
| Young Money cloud gang so above you niggas |
| Besides these groupies after the shows, who’s fuckin with us? |
| You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches |
| I slut them bitches, then back to the door, I fuck them bitches |
| Times ain’t the same, shit been going bad |
| But nigga we good, nigga we gooder than the motherfucker |
| Than the motherfucker, this for my motherfucker |
| We run this motherfuckers |
| So fuck them niggas and fuck them hoes |
| Money talks, we say hello |
| And I’m so, I’m so |
| I’m so Young Moolah baby |
| Ok it’s too much paper and not enough hands to count it |
| Paper coming in money never going outward |
| Its young money yeah I hear a lot of niggas doubting |
| This here is God’s work, ain’t nothing you can do about it |
| So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline |
| And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side |
| We making money while you niggas makin petty quotes |
| You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke |
| It’s all about the paper, money control my whereabouts |
| About a year from now I’m trying to break that new McLaren out |
| Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it |
| Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it |
| Hustle year round nothing come in front of that |
| Rap real estate and work, I can make a ton with that |
| Pay me in advance so I’m not coming bitch |
| Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money bitch |
| Yeah, Young Money I’m the boss, you don’t wanna come across |
| Money do summer salts, Bentley on young adults |
| Stuntin on them hoes, it ain’t me, its the money folk |
| Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt |
| What it is though, I know what it ain’t |
| Yall go hard, I go to the bank |
| Check my check stubs, bitch it’s Mack Maine |
| Young money up and running, join the campaign |
| Times ain’t the same, shit been going bad |
| Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass |
| I’m tired of the game, cause it ain’t what it was |
| The chopper’s so close, I can give that bitch a hug |
| And a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster bitch |
| I got that dope dick, there ain’t a bitch I can’t addict |
| And I’m looking at the game, I roll my eyes |
| I-I looked at the clock and her hands were tied |