Letras
Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing? (Getting money)
What we doing? (Getting money)
What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross
(Cash Money still the company and) Bitch, I'm the boss
And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
Yeah, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you little niggas, the money in the way, and I'm
I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades
And if you ain't gon' ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on that cake, shit
Believe that, and if your mans wan' play
Then I'ma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate
Ayy, pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em lay
Where I'm from, we see a fuckin' dead body every day
That's Uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em (bop-bop)
Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict
And, she saw me cooking eggs, she thought I was back at it, yeah
I grab my keys, "Ho, I gotta go"
Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs
Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing? (Getting money)
What we doing? (Getting money)
What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross
(Cash Money still the company and) Bitch, I'm the boss
And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
Shawty, 98s, 45 paper plates
Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy
25 on the pinky
Bought a pound of blow and bounced back (bounced back)
Matching grills, big houses on the hills