Fuck Da Bullshit Lyrics - We Are Young Money - Young Money

Yeah, cut me up, gimme a light 

Yeah, and by the way nigga it's Young Mula, first lady 

Uh, yo, yo, let us begin with a bad lil' specimen 

Ballenciaga's is all these things I be steppin' in 

Pucci baby suits, only thing I'm dressin' in 

'Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran 

Got 'em writin' love letters in they journal 

Keep 'em in these toes like a midget at the urinal 

Bad as I wanna be 

She ain't bad, she a sad and a wanna be 

Yeah, fuck da bullshit, it's big money poppin' 

Young Mula, yeah, just like that 

What up young nigga? 

Let's go, Gudda 

Okay, we runnin' this shit when we walk in the buildin' 

Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceilin' 

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 'em bitches gon' feel 'em 

I'm talkin' money and power, you getting' money? I doubt it 

Fresher than baby powder with your bitch in the shower 

That pussy I'ma devour, I beat it up 'til it's sour 

No need for you to even trip, bitch, I'll be done in an hour, let's go 

They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry 

I say the sweeter it is ya dig bury 

Then the bullshit varies and it got me wary 

But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married 

Hustlin' is so necessary with no avisaries 

But it ain't no love like a calendar with no February 

I'ma need four secretaries and 4 Bloody Mary's 

I'ma go eat me sum pussy and choke up the cherry, I'm gone 

Yeah, fully loaded with it, to the ceilin' with it 

More money than ya ever seen nigga, aight, Drizzy Drake 

Kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon 

Young angel, if you hate me tell me, burn in heaven 

How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen 

Like ya third infection, I hope you learned ya lesson 

Yeah, I spit raw but I prefer protection 

I own a heart and a mind and a 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 ain't 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