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Cool - Gooder lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] Young Money! L'eggo! Sittin on the toilet, smokin on some medicated Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they agravated Two things on my mind, one is to keep styling And the second is to get more of this sh** that I'm countin' Call me J20, I flow like a fountain And I swear I beat the beat up till that b**h start ouching Keep them b**hes' a**es bouncin', man we fly like a falcon Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain Im a uptown flamethrower young money fire starter Had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as "Tha Carter" Ha-Harlem And I ain't like none of these other n***as I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs Young Money cloud gang so above you n***as Besides these groupies after the shows, who's f**in with us? You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them b**hes I s*ut them b**hes, then back to the door, I f** them b**hes [Hook: Lil Wayne] Times ain't the same, sh** been going bad But n***a we good, n***a we gooder than the motherf**er Than the motherf**er, this for my motherf**er We run this motherf**ers So f** them n***as and f** them hoes Money talks, we say hello And I'm so, I'm so I'm so Young Moolah baby [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Ok it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it Paper coming in money never going outward Its young money yeah I hear a lot of n***as doubting This here is god's work, ain't nothing you can do about it So n***a 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 n***as 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 trying to break that new McLaren out Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it b**h 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 so I'm not coming b**h Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money b**h [Hook] [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 Yall go hard, I go to the bank Check my check stubs, b**h it's Mack Maine Young money up and running, join the campaign [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Times ain't the same, sh** been going bad Bend a b**h over, pull some money out her a** I'm tired of the game, as anybody was The chopper's so close, I can give that b**h a hug And a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster b**h I got that dope dick, there ain't a b**h I can't addict And I'm looking at the game, I roll my eyes I-I looked at the clock and her hands were tied [Hook]

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