Gooder Lyrics - We Are Young Money - Young Money

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated 

Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated 

Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin' 

And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countin' 

Call me J 2-0, I flow like a fountain 

And I swear I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin' 

Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon 

Comparin' them to I is like a pebble to a mountain 

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money fire starter 

I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the Carter 

Harlem, and I ain't like none of these other niggas 

I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget, missus 

Young Money cloud gang, we so above you niggas 

Besides these groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' with us? 

You might as well have a badge the way you cuff them bitches 

I slut them bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches 

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good 

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker 

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker 

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's 

Money talks, we say hello 

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby 

Okay, it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it 

Paper coming in, money never going outward 

It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me 

This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it 

So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline 

Or just get out the game or get hit from the blind side 

We makin' money while you niggas makin' petty quotes 

You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke 

It's all about the paper, money controls my whereabouts 

About a year from now I'm tryna 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, nothin' come in front of that 

Rap, real estate and work, I can make a ton with that 

Pay me in advance, I'm not comin' bitch 

Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money, bitch 

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good 

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker 

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker 

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's 

Money talks, we say hello 

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby 

Young Money under posh, y'all won't wanna come across 

Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other dopes 

Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's fault 

Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt 

What it is, though? I know what it ain't 

Y'all go hard, I go to the bank 

Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine 

Young Money up and runnin', join the campaign 

Times ain't the same, shit done gone 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 so close, I can give that bitch a hug 

And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch 

I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict 

And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes 

I looked at the clock, and her hands were tied 

Because times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good 

Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker 

This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker 

So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's 

Money talks, we say hello 

And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby 

Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby 

Yeah, Young Mula, baby