Young Money Thinking To Myself

Young money, young, young, young, young money, young mula baby

And I can smell her looking at I

She recognize real I don't wear no disguise

And I can see it in her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes, yeah

Gazing out the window of somethin foreign

Thinking to myself-self

How come getting money neva gets boring

How come getting money neva gets boring

Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it

Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus

Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it

Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus

Girl I am hotter than poppa bears pourage

Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage

I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist

Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris

Haha, yeah

And I can smell her looking at I

She recognize real I don't wear no disguise

And I can see it in her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes, yeah

Her chanel frames are like X-rays

She see us out the club and into the bed

She picture me in her head and her givin' head

Handcuffs and whips I'm a sex slave

No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name?

I yell kunta rah kunta kinte

With one foot off I still try to escape but who can I run to like escape

I guess I got some attention to pay

The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday

And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae

She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree

And I can smell her looking at I

She recognize real I don't wear no disguise

And I can see it in her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes, yeah

You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga

If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had

Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill

And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel

Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron

And then I know it's on tell my niggas look I'm gone

Ma you grown so don't worry bout your girls tryna criticize

One night with Mack & babygirl you'll be dick-notized

Fatten up your hips and thighs

Help that ass bout out

And on the next song tell her give ma dick a shout out

See she could be ma sockee

And I could be her plug

Or she could be ma fiend and I could be her drug

No disguise

And I can smell her looking at I

She recognize real I don't wear no disguise

And I can see it in her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes, yeah.

All I do is ice grill em

Then he get hard again

He know my pussy stay warmer than a cardigan

Slippery, slimey, excuse me don't mind me

Say it's too fat for me to be this tiny

I'm sucha mainiac, lemme get some brainiac

You know that special head, like I'm in special ed

Got me givin you these nasty looks

Stick me up with the uh, that's the nasty jooks

Now, I get him? than a caveman

I deep deep I deep throat it till it cave in

Uh, you know you like that

Now putcha putcha ring on

Where ya wife at?

The Mistress

And I can smell her looking at I

She recognize real I don't wear no disguise

And I can see it in her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes

She fucking me with her eyes, yeah