Stevie J

Young Money, Cash Money

Fast life, one night

Yeah

[Hook: Birdman]

We did it all in one night

Same night, it’s one night

We moved it all in one night

The same night, over night

Took a flight, did it all in one night

Fuck a nigga bitch, all in one night

Took another trip, all in one night

Split a nigga’s shit, all in one night

Overnight, ship the same night

Pay the price, the same night

Hit him up, leave it since sunny bright

He rolled the dice, so he paid the price

[Verse 1: Mystikal]

I’m still the nigga off of Tchoupitoulas

I’m still funky like hustle new

Just don’t let ‘em take the call from Cuba

You saw me on the news but you know what I do

I was down, and nigga I don’t fuck around

Cuz I’m pound for pound and I’m blow for blow

Got another year for ’98, ‘99

Been gone since ‘04, got out on parole

Shit, rappin’ this man and nigga I don’t just kid, nigga got my spot

Still hard like a locked up cock

Simple but the same with a locked up pac

Come and behold, they open the gates so

Brace yourself big, about to shake up the block

Can’t just lock up the prince of the south

Came the time right, we done fucked up now

Put your mold on, slot ‘em, cold ‘em, hold ‘em

My shoulder gets cold in blood

I brought the motherfucker like it’s ape charge

I’m high enough to slide between the water

I’d give it to you but nah they don’t get it

I’m shovelin’ the gloves but hands don’t fit it

Take up a video and later get to know ‘em

Get the motherfucker for preaching to Levy

I taught that detainer, artist, painter

Sweep that finger, bang ‘er

Cuz your motherfuckin’ head, I’mma blow off

And your body hit the floor and the carpet stained

Have the nigga that you won a star should you go to war

But you’re more than a gruesome painter

When it come to rappin’ get some lollics and then put ‘em all together and use ‘em

Aha, I’m a fool with a tool, I’mma beast in the street

Put the fucker on the door but the law got feelin’ to the riddle lemme kill ‘em to the beat

Fuckin’ records, I’mma stab ‘em with them repper

Get the phone with the chrome and I’m lone with the bone

God dammit, I grudge when I bust ‘em

Three hoes with some dudes, they’re alone in the room

Better off gettin’ hit by a chain, ran over by a truck or fall of a house

Dare to fuck with me then my work, choke me on yourself ‘til you pass out

And the fuck I don’t get no shits, and you son of a bitch, you’d better watch your step

Hey, but the microphone’s stickin’ out your ass

And the goddamn Corvette ‘round your neck

Bitch!

Stevie J

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

What it is, what it is, motherfucker what it is

We so YMCMB and the B stand for biz

Stand for bang, stand for Benzes

Stand for Bentleys, stand for Bugattis

Stand for bank, Rose bottles, beach life

Beat them hands with it, be like

Stunner, why they got me started? I was just chillin’ (word)

Now I gotta kill ‘em, bullets the size of chitlins

I got that old rapper clapper feel like I be in heaven

I send his ass to hell to dance to the devil’s rhythm

Never dropped an album but I got a pocket full of cash

So dear rappers, fuck you and your swag

I just came back from France, did 2 shows

Now the big face Rollies, I got 2 of those

Awards on my wall for my pen, I got a few of those

Some made niggas who paid, I got a crew of those

I used to dream about pornstars, now I’m screwin’ those

This YMC in business, fuck you think I do it for?

(Hold up)

[Verse 3: Detail]

Talkin’ about, live for it

Her head good, can’t imagine what she did for

Let’s fuck tonight, baby bay

Yea tonight, cuz tomorrow is a workin’ day

Get it early baby, cuz I’m blowin’ up

Maybe some time in the future, I see just how you holdin’ up

Tell you nigga, you choose it now

Say you’re shiftin’ gears, cruise it now

Let me tell you something

I make beats, I lay tracks

I write hooks, I love God

I fuck bitches, fact

Don’t take long, I’m all night

I’ll pick you up, you ball right

My applause is that I’m all in but I’m thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ back

Get it all, man get it all

Never let that cup spill

I’m fresher than a motherfuckin’ shaker

Okay, our night is young and we on

Feel good and you hurt, nigga

Cash Money and Young Money

I’m ‘bout that, see the shirt, nigga?

The shirt nigga

[Hook]

Young Money, Cash Money (That's right)

We on top and we never gonna stop

Wussup

Number one crew (YM)

Getting rich (CMB)

Stunner

Salute

Believe that

Stevie J

That’s right