(feat. Birdman)

[Birdman]

Yeah
Cut it up gimme a light
Yeah and by the way ^!$$%

Its Young Mula, first lady

[Nicki Minaj]

Uhhh yo yo
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
Ballenciago's is all these things I be steppin' in

Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got them writing love letters in they journal

Keep em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad she a sad and a wannabe


[Birdman]
Yeah $#&@ the bull%#@!

It's big money poppin'
Young Mula!
Yeah

Just like that
What up young ^!$$%
Lets go Gudda


[Gudda Gudda]
Okay we runnin' this %#@!, when we walk in the building

Got (*##$es from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them (*##$es go feel 'em

I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby power, with your (*##$ in the shower


That #~!!@ imma devour, I beat it up till it's sour
No need for you to even trip (*##$ I'll be done in a hour
Let's go!


[Birdman]
Junior


[Lil Wayne]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry

I say sweeter it is, ya dig..berry
Then the bull%#@! varies, and it got me weary
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married

Hustling is so necessary, with no avisaries
But aint no love, like a calendar with no February's
Imma need four secretary, and four Bloody Mary's

Imma go eat me some #~!!@, and choke up the cherry
I'm gone


[Birdman]
Yeah
Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it

More money than you ever seen ^!$$%
Aiight, Drizzy, Drake


[Drake]
Look
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon

Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
Like ya 3rd infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson

Yeah
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in

(*##$ I got the answer,and still ain't heard the question
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
$#&@ a confrontation, they aint no cakin' it

And I'm cakin' (*##$, 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 ^!$$%, I be on that major %#@!
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