Gooder

[Intro: Jae Millz] Young Money! Leggo! Ha [Verse 1: Jae Millz] Sittin on the toilet (Huh?), smokin on some medicated Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated (Ha!) Two things on my mind, one is to keep styling (Yup) And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countin' (Yes) Call me J-2-O, I flow like a fountain And I swear, I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start "ouch"-ing Keep them bitches' asses bouncin' (Yes), man, we fly like a falcon (Yes) Comparing them to I is like a pebble to a mountain I'm a uptown flamethrower, Young Money firestarter Had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as "The Carter" H—Harlem, and I ain't like none of these other niggas (Nah) I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Missus Young Money, Cloud Gang, so above you niggas Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us? (Who?) You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches (Yup) I slut them bitches, then back to the dough, like, "Fuck them bitches" [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda] Times ain't the same, shit been going bad But nigga, we good N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker Than a motherfucker This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker So fuck them niggas, and fuck them hoes Money talks, we say hello And I'm so... I'm so... (Ugh) I'm so... Young Moolah, baby (Look) [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] OK, it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it P—Paper coming in money, never going outward It'Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubting This here is God work, ain't nothing you can do about it So nigga, join the team or you can catch the sideline And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side We making money while you niggas makin petty quotes You can make it rain; we make it flood like the levee broke It's all about the paper, money control my whereabouts About a year from now, I'm tryna break that new MacLaren out Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it Hustle year-round, nothing come in front of that Rap, real estate, and work, I can make a ton with that Pay me in advance or I'm not coming bitch Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money, bi— [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] Times ain't the same, shit been going bad But nigga, we good N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker Th—Than a motherfucker This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker So fuck them niggas, and fuck them hoes Money talks, we say hello (Hello) And I'm so... (I'm so), I'm so... (I'm so) I'm so... Young Moolah, baby Bitch, I'm Mack Maaaine! [Verse 3: Mack Maine] Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across Money do summer salts, Bentley on young adults Stuntin on them hoes—it ain't me, its the money, folk Still make it rain, get struck by a money-bolt What it is, though! I know what it ain't Y'all go hard, I go to the bank Check my checkstubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine Young Money up and running, j—join the campaign [Bridge: Lil Wayne] Times ain't the same, shit been going bad Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass Now, I'm tired of the game, 'cause it ain't what it was The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict And I'm looking at the game, I roll my eyes I—I looked at the clock, and the hands were tied [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Because the times ain't the same, shit been going bad But nigga, we good N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker Th—Than a motherfucker This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker So fuck them niggas (Fuck them niggas) And fuck them hoes (Fuck them hoes) Money talks (Money talks), we say hello (We say hello) And I'm so... (I'm so) I'm so... (I'm so) I'm so... (What you is?) Young Moolah, baby [Outro: Lil Wayne] Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby Yeah, Young Moolah, baby