AP Greed - Young Money

When I told that stupid bitch she better listen
I'm tired of coming home no dinner in the kitchen
But she always wanna be up in my business
But I didn't put her name on the business
I been jugging just to get to the money
I was running marathons with my buddies
We had graduated from sipping muddy
When i called the girl I just wanted cuddy
I wanna slash I wanna smash then i dash huh
I be doing like 150 on the dash huh
Yeah I look up to drizzy we eating
So when you say I sound like him I don't be tweaking
I didn't go to Whitney Houston for the weekend
I put my bag inside my trunk and went to cleveland
I'm offense I don't like to play on defense
You got yo back against the wall you hoping the fence
I mighta done you up myself still didn't see it
I mighta hit your girl that's mission completed
Took the cookies off your plate I didn't need it
Guessing that that's why they call me OG Greedy
Told em that I'd never ever stop
Young money block is hot
I was slumming to the top
I was rolling up a knot
She said what the fuck you got
I said whats yo fucking problem don't be asking bout my pockets bitch
I told em that I'd never ever stop
Young money block is hot
I was slumming to the top
I was rolling up a knot
She said what the fuck you got
I said whats yo fucking problem don't be asking bout my pockets bitch
I'm on fire I'm like a houston rocket
I got that fire and I got my pocket rocket
I got another one I dare em try to block it
I got another one I dare em try me
On the HillTop I came to burst your damn bubble
We don't hear about you niggas all you do is mumble
We don't hear about you niggas all we do is cheif
I just bought a boxer I'm not talking bout my briefs
Swear that Odin blessed me I ain't even have to sneeze
Looking at my Jordans you ain't getting none of these
All my partners gangsters all yo niggas wannabes
Why your girl be all up in my DMs I can't sleep
Aye u better check her for you come and check on me
Rolling to me casa fumigeno pasta
She wanna wake up next to me on a manana
She wanna count my money up and did it proper
Told em that I'd never ever stop
Young money block is hot
I was slumming to the top
I was rolling up a knot
She said what the fuck you got
I said whats yo fucking problem don't be asking bout my pockets bitch
I told em that I'd never ever stop
Young money block is hot
I was slumming to the top
I was rolling up a knot
She said what the fuck you got
I said whats yo fucking problem dont be asking bout my pockets bitch

Written by:
Breanthony Paul

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