{Baby}. yea cut it up gimme a light. yea n by the way nigga. its young mula firts lady.... {Nicki}. um yo yo. let us begin wit a bad little specimen. but lenciak only things i be steppin in. poochie baby suits only thing im dressin in. cuz i get wetter than a navy seals veteran. got em writin love letters in they jour-nal. even when its hoes like a midget at the urinal. bbbbb bad as i wanna be. she aint bad she a sad little wanna be. {Baby}. yea Fuck da bullshit. its big money poppin. young mula. yea jus like dat. waddup young nigga. lets go. GUDDA. BDDDAT. {Gudda Gudda}. ok we runnnin this shit. when we walk in the buildin. got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin from the ceiling. young money we bout to kill em. i promise i'll make a million. n if dey didnt have no hands i bet them bitches gone feel em. im talkin money n power. you gettin money? i doubt it. fresher than baby powder. wit yo bitch in the shower. dat pussy ima devower. i beat it up til its sour. no need fa you to even trip bitch i'll be done in an hour lets go!. {Wayne}. (Dats more like it). Dey day the blacker the berry the redder the cherry. i say the sweeter it is ya digg burried. den the bullshit varies n it got me wary. but i know two of the same call it murdered n married. hustlin is so necessary wit no adversary. but it aint no love like a calender wit no february. ima need 4 secretaries n 4 bloody marys. ima go eat me sum pussy n choke off the cherry. (im gone). {Baby}. Yea fully loaded wit it. to the ceilin wit it. mo money than ya ever seen nigga. aite drizzy. drake. {Drake}. Look. Kill da game no one recovers the murder weapon. young angel if you hate me tell me burn in heaven. i just sleep on me the highest earn a freshmen. like ya third infection i hope you learned ya lesson. yea i spit raw but i prefer protection. i own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in. bitch i got tha asnwer n still aint heard the question. i shut ya club down please reserve my section. fuck a confrontation derre aint no cake in it. n im cakin bitch so tell me why i take a break from it. the mother of yo child always tell you im her favorite. she call me her baby not the one she was in labor with. she say ew you taste good i say ew jus savor it. she know dat she love a nigga i be on dat major shit. cuz i get paid to stand n i get paid to sit. so i dont walk around wit money baby girl im made of it