(Lil Keke) [talking] Most anticipated Texas Mixtape nigga. Young Don you know what im sayin? I been gettin money. Lil C, keep stackin nigga. 1-2-3-4.
that shit, all that shit is good and everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range Rover Im born and raised to be a young soldier call me
's at And more money, more problems is the anthem Sing along if you know this song A ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood Turn loose to a world no good
homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that
on What? Yo where the motherfuckin' money at huh? Nah, I don't wanna hear nuttin' about no College and tuition shit I just want my motherfuckin' money
girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money
And Adam said, ?This is the bone of my bones And the flesh of my flesh? I want you to take this What is it? Something tha'll make you fell real good
never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another brothers man hood They choose next time Up under the bench They say it's all good But I was young
started hangin with the boys/now he slangin crack/ He got this young girl pregnant/what she gon do/ Have a baby hope his daddy don?t die too/ The young
you lying Whatever man whatever Yeah, aight A-yo Charli, what's up wit' you and Cam Nothin' that's my dog Saying this together Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
' out reckless, nigga Young, Young, Young Gunners Chris and Neef, we the future We the future We pull up in them big boy trucks big boy drops We be the only young
ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black
again, give a chick a ten Good girl, got my glock in the spot 'cause I don't trust you muthafuckas, when I'm rockin the spot And dead men, swan gotti, young
it, Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come, I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown
you got a ass full of thunder The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough And baby ain't old enough for this game, I'm rollin' up De-zamn, it feels good to be
kids come and knocked up on your door so let em in, let em in, let em in (hey) (1st verse) I feel like a million bucks But my money don't really feel
finally made it Got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger And I ain't takin' shit from no niggaz I'm just tryin' to make some money right Put
face and stab you right in the back Breathe, take some water, this is money in the bank) (They defeatin? themselves champ, you know what you can do You Luda, you lookin? good