Song | Young Ladies |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Street Jams: Electric Funk, Vols. 1-4 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the fast lane I'm getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let's get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain't no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga man, | |
Street nigga won't flip see the jake, see the fence | |
How we came up in that bottle | |
Drop top, top, drop free my nigga let's play | |
When he touch down I got it | |
Pledge allegiance to the to the money column | |
2000 rackses on a fucking column | |
Bitch you with don't give a fuck about it | |
Fuck the good but nothing done about it | |
Carter slept with number traffic rhyming | |
No comprende conte we are thousand | |
Coke on a table fuck ‘em mama | |
Pouring syrup like a fucking farmer | |
Faucet orange nigga prolly snoring | |
Nigga luca present got the auction going | |
Plays the floor I had a daily dawn | |
You wanna pack the toast I wanna pop the floor | |
Shake back, rerun, shake back | |
Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that | |
Gay strap waste that, sitting on the step | |
No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that | |
Stay cooking nigga straight pussy | |
Try to take it from me I'ma face book them | |
Hit the line, lido got 5 niggas | |
He's a supply grill, I supply chickens | |
In the fast lane I'm getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let's get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain't no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
Came up on the dumb shit | |
Ak with the jay clip | |
Trade hate in the club with me | |
You can show love but don't fuck with me | |
Little rocks and a plastic bag | |
We was chasing cars that was back to back | |
One of the few who's reps is figure | |
For only know it some activists | |
Trash bags right now I'm texting for this | |
And I'm too strapped to relax | |
Two heats even know it's just me | |
And I fit in the front, big mac in the back | |
Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck | |
Told her put it in your night | |
Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed | |
Hood rich real shit | |
I prolly look poor in a foreign | |
Me and??? sit in the four one leader | |
Literally pouring the form | |
Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning | |
Out of time just get a show | |
Speed, gotta get back though | |
I got court in the morning, true story | |
In the fast lane I'm getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let's get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain't no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
45 on my hit double | |
Through the projects like Jesse James | |
Flamed up, never changed up | |
Got the same block and same gang | |
4 dudes, zero zero I'm a hood hero | |
Off moving kilos in a tress spot | |
With them straps out | |
Bout 100 ounces in grid locks | |
Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo | |
Grab one of her affiliated | |
Got cash money knocking at my door | |
Hold up I don't trust nigga | |
If I show love I fucks with you | |
I grind hard with all star | |
With a pain lean in a foreign car | |
Real shit, all of my people on trill shit | |
Riding round screaming rock town | |
Like how do you feel bitch | |
In the fast lane I'm getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain't no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let's get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain't no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga man, | |
Street nigga won' t flip see the jake, see the fence | |
How we came up in that bottle | |
Drop top, top, drop free my nigga let' s play | |
When he touch down I got it | |
Pledge allegiance to the to the money column | |
2000 rackses on a fucking column | |
Bitch you with don' t give a fuck about it | |
Fuck the good but nothing done about it | |
Carter slept with number traffic rhyming | |
No comprende conte we are thousand | |
Coke on a table fuck em mama | |
Pouring syrup like a fucking farmer | |
Faucet orange nigga prolly snoring | |
Nigga luca present got the auction going | |
Plays the floor I had a daily dawn | |
You wanna pack the toast I wanna pop the floor | |
Shake back, rerun, shake back | |
Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that | |
Gay strap waste that, sitting on the step | |
No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that | |
Stay cooking nigga straight pussy | |
Try to take it from me I' ma face book them | |
Hit the line, lido got 5 niggas | |
He' s a supply grill, I supply chickens | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
Came up on the dumb shit | |
Ak with the jay clip | |
Trade hate in the club with me | |
You can show love but don' t fuck with me | |
Little rocks and a plastic bag | |
We was chasing cars that was back to back | |
One of the few who' s reps is figure | |
For only know it some activists | |
Trash bags right now I' m texting for this | |
And I' m too strapped to relax | |
Two heats even know it' s just me | |
And I fit in the front, big mac in the back | |
Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck | |
Told her put it in your night | |
Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed | |
Hood rich real shit | |
I prolly look poor in a foreign | |
Me and??? sit in the four one leader | |
Literally pouring the form | |
Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning | |
Out of time just get a show | |
Speed, gotta get back though | |
I got court in the morning, true story | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
45 on my hit double | |
Through the projects like Jesse James | |
Flamed up, never changed up | |
Got the same block and same gang | |
4 dudes, zero zero I' m a hood hero | |
Off moving kilos in a tress spot | |
With them straps out | |
Bout 100 ounces in grid locks | |
Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo | |
Grab one of her affiliated | |
Got cash money knocking at my door | |
Hold up I don' t trust nigga | |
If I show love I fucks with you | |
I grind hard with all star | |
With a pain lean in a foreign car | |
Real shit, all of my people on trill shit | |
Riding round screaming rock town | |
Like how do you feel bitch | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga man, | |
Street nigga won' t flip see the jake, see the fence | |
How we came up in that bottle | |
Drop top, top, drop free my nigga let' s play | |
When he touch down I got it | |
Pledge allegiance to the to the money column | |
2000 rackses on a fucking column | |
Bitch you with don' t give a fuck about it | |
Fuck the good but nothing done about it | |
Carter slept with number traffic rhyming | |
No comprende conte we are thousand | |
Coke on a table fuck em mama | |
Pouring syrup like a fucking farmer | |
Faucet orange nigga prolly snoring | |
Nigga luca present got the auction going | |
Plays the floor I had a daily dawn | |
You wanna pack the toast I wanna pop the floor | |
Shake back, rerun, shake back | |
Diddy in the kitchen water whippin nigga take that | |
Gay strap waste that, sitting on the step | |
No bulletproof vest where the apes at, ate that | |
Stay cooking nigga straight pussy | |
Try to take it from me I' ma face book them | |
Hit the line, lido got 5 niggas | |
He' s a supply grill, I supply chickens | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
Came up on the dumb shit | |
Ak with the jay clip | |
Trade hate in the club with me | |
You can show love but don' t fuck with me | |
Little rocks and a plastic bag | |
We was chasing cars that was back to back | |
One of the few who' s reps is figure | |
For only know it some activists | |
Trash bags right now I' m texting for this | |
And I' m too strapped to relax | |
Two heats even know it' s just me | |
And I fit in the front, big mac in the back | |
Got a bitch so bad all she do is neck | |
Told her put it in your night | |
Now I ride paper till she hate me like a fake bed | |
Hood rich real shit | |
I prolly look poor in a foreign | |
Me and??? sit in the four one leader | |
Literally pouring the form | |
Afford to be on me, at 4 in the morning | |
Out of time just get a show | |
Speed, gotta get back though | |
I got court in the morning, true story | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man | |
45 on my hit double | |
Through the projects like Jesse James | |
Flamed up, never changed up | |
Got the same block and same gang | |
4 dudes, zero zero I' m a hood hero | |
Off moving kilos in a tress spot | |
With them straps out | |
Bout 100 ounces in grid locks | |
Hot dog get the backdoor, got a haunted nigga on hood jo | |
Grab one of her affiliated | |
Got cash money knocking at my door | |
Hold up I don' t trust nigga | |
If I show love I fucks with you | |
I grind hard with all star | |
With a pain lean in a foreign car | |
Real shit, all of my people on trill shit | |
Riding round screaming rock town | |
Like how do you feel bitch | |
In the fast lane I' m getting money | |
Run it up, run it up | |
And I ain' t no way on earth you take it from me | |
Let' s get this understood | |
On the block I love my hood | |
Every night I fight for dollars | |
In this bed I grind about it | |
My bitch gonna find the problem | |
Pay her no mind about it | |
My bills paid in advance and dinner not to be dine about it | |
No time to cry about it | |
And it ain' t no backing out | |
Extension out the mac, blat, blat, blat and back it up | |
Real street nigga, man |