The dos and don’ts of young money cash money
Rule fucking number one
Don’t fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album
Get one motherfucking check, and go fucking crazy
And then get dropped from the motherfucking label
And now you got your motherfucking fans like
“What happened to you?”
“When you coming out?”
Ah! Ah!
“I’m coming out, I’m coming out!”
“Are you coming out with Wayne?”
“Nah I got my own record label”
Man what the fuck
What the fuck!
Don’t you do that, that’s a no-no
That’s a young money cash money no-no
Rule-don’t go there
I don’t care if a nigga gave it to you in navigation, don’t go there
Understand?
Rule number two
Don’t fuck with nobody’s girl
And rule number three
Nobody has a girl
Holla! Bitch
Um mm
Rule number four is to respect rule number five
And rule number five is, bitch! You try anybody ’round here
We gon’ kill you!
You understand?
We’re not gon’ fight you
We’re not gon’ have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing ’bout nothing nothing
(This ain’t The Jeffersons)
Lord bless the dead, Pimp C gone
He ain’t gon’ sit us down and schedule no talks
Bitch we gon’ kill you
One dot com nigga
(Log on!)
Log on bitch
Yeah
(And stop asking to check his bags!)
Yeah don’t
I hate
Don’t check-don’t you ask to check nothing of mine
If I’m coming into your place of business
And you scheduled for me to be there
Bitch, I don’t have to be there
I have a very nice home
You understand?
And-I-I-boy, look here
Just don’t be tryna check me dude
I ain’t tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places
I’m rich as a motherfucker and that’s the last thing I want
A confrontation or a problem
I am trying to-I am-son, don’t check me
(Dedication 3 bitch)
Bitch