Young Ladies Lyrics
| 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 |
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