Letras:
Ace Young Young Money

But I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth Like a soccer team Cold as a winter's day Hot as a summers eve Young money thieves

Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young

Kitchen, When Ni**As Pay Ya Every Friday U Aint Got To Stick Em, At The Dice Game If Ace Roll A Six Its No Problem, But If You Roll A Ace He Gon Pull

been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking how young

of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple cars, I don't bring half of them shits out All this ace

you don?t do sh-t but get money all day p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running your way YM young mula young money all day where the drugs so sweet

: Hard Body Maddfucka Got The Heart Of A Killer Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles Bring

it and leave Yea Young... now give me some pussy I ain't got a paper chain But my paper come to me I know money look good Bitch I know that why you looking

money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eve on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand Queen of hearts Or Ace of spades I'm dancing on the