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[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga gon’ stand in the field
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ threaten to kill
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ tote him a draco
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ shoot when I say so
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ feed your fam
Shit, young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga you doin’ a hundred
You doin’ it for your mama, yeah
Doin’ this here for Drama, here
Condoms in Bahamas, yeah
Chopsticks in Katana, yeah
Shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah
I play track and field, yeah
Run the whole summer
I’m a rapper with a jumper, yeah
I came from the jungle, yeah
Grams in the fender, yeah
Fans in the window, yeah

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Concrete my features
One peep, I’ll eat you
Peacoat look like Reeses
Ridin’ round in a Tee-sla
Oops, damn I mean Tesla
I can be a little extra
I came in with the extras
I’m goin’ big in my section
No attention to the pressure
My whole diet log different
My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip)
You won’t get it how I’m givin’ it
Jimmy dies in the whip though
Shit done got dry, need to rerim it
Martin Luther King with the wordplay
Power mixed with the defense

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Verse 3: Skooly]
Uh, I’m back bitch, quite fantastic
Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch
I ain’t really average, young on that savage shit
Bitch I just got the new Jag and I’m bein’ classy
Watch where you ash your shit, huh
I brought my mans out, huh
He brought the bags out, huh
I brought your bitch with me, huh
And she brought that ass out, huh
And they can’t do shit with me, huh
Them niggas asked out, huh
Can’t even speak with me, huh
I brought them stands out
I was helpin’ my mans out, you was up in the damn house
They wonder how brother was gettin’ them yams out
It was up in the damn couch
They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out
We got up and we ranned out
I really was broke, I was damn down
I couldn’t even go to my fan house, shit

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Outro: Skooly]
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Yeah, uh-oh
Yeah, go get it
Go, go, go get it
Yeah, go get it
Ah-ah-ah, right now
Ah, come on
Go, go

[Intro]
Mr. Sean Brown
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I brought the gang with us

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, fuck it up
Puffing out your chest (yeah)
Stretched to the [??]
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up?
I go porno with the check, ayy
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast
Sitting on them hills, I [??] up, don’t need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol’ ass but that waist is like [??] (woah)
Tell me what’s the charge like car, like I’m Nelly
Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)
Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)
They lie enough, in funds I trust
Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust
Hit the button, leave the dust
Baby, know I’m in a rush to see you

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side
Don’t be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies
Can’t deny where I’m from, L.A. city I [??]
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I’m it fuck around and drown, yeah
Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah
Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown
Say, my name and that money hold weight
Pound cake
Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush
Rock and [??], stuff
With that Mac for [??]
Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I’m pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like [??], watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me?
Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Intro]
High grade mi hook like treble
Badman nuh bun weed pebble
Blem it with di hot leaf weh hotter dan kettle
Laaad, cease and settle

[Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high!
High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy!

Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah!

[Chrous]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck about nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle more she tun into a client
Woyy!
Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter thief
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iPhone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high!
High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy!

Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle most she tun into a client
Woyy!
Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter theif
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iphone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Intro: Buddy]
Black
Black, black, black
Black on black, black
Yeah, hey, okay

[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black

[Verse 1: Buddy]
Aye, black out the coupe
Hop out the roof when I run into you
Thoughts black as the dark side of the moon
Won’t be no truce, won’t be no truce
At your funeral in an all black suit
Couple white girls rocking all black too
Million men march in the all black boots
Call up the troops, call up the troops
Punch you in the mouth, then knock out your tooth
I can tell when they not tellin’ the truth
Talkin’ that shit, nigga what you gon’ do
What you gon’ do? What you gon’ do?
Back and I’m black and I’m acting brand new
Niggas in the back like, "Oh word"
Diamonds all black like, "Fuck what ya heard"
Fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard
Spillin’ some Hennessy Black on the curb
This for the memory of the deceased
When I black out, I awaken the beast
What it’s gon’ be? What it’s gon’ be?
You don’t wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Bet you never seen a mothafucka so black
Nigga, I’m black on black on black on black

[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black

[Verse 2: Buddy]
I feel like Trayvon with this black hoodie on
Huey P. Newton
Black Revolution
I’m with a Nubian Queen and some illegal aliens
I got a black fist balled up and it ain’t just me, it’s all us
Four hundred years of oppression
I’m about to get me that black Tesla
Black Skid marks on the pavement
Cops wanna see me in a black cage
Black on black on black
Master Juba with the tap dance
Gucci with the Dapper Dan
Tell ’em, "Kiss my black ass"
Ridin’ on the dyno with black mags
Just another black man tryin’ stay up out the casket
Black don’t crack
Matter fact, where the fuck our forty acres at?

[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
This kid black Timbs black
Kill tracks like I’m six black (Black ass nigga!)
Hair blacker than black lips black
Even my dick black
Grandad Irish Trinidad
Guess I am half (Black ass nigga!)
I gotta go to Ancestry com
I think I’m ’bout to black
All the police ain’t about the black
He still a pig even though he black
Willie got a lynch head in that
If you black you dead in that
Strange fruit hang from a tree
On the leaves is rad and that
Do it right like a Garveyite
Africa, I’m heading back
Niggas in the street black on black
Kill him with the heat (Blat, blat, blat)
Cut off his feet (put em in the shackle)
Mansa Musa been had the cash
Mix blacks to dilute blacks
Don’t want blacks to produce blacks
Take black and they boot that
Orange is the new black

[Chorus: Buddy]
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking that black on black
It’s black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black
Black, black, black
Black on black
Black my thoughts so black
Black, black on black
My skin is so black, I’m rocking all black
Everything is black
Black rims on these black wheels
In this black whip with this black bitch
I’m so black on black on black on black on black

[Outro: Buddy]
Black, black, black, black, black…