In 2014, their sophomore collaboration album, Rise of an Empire, was released under Cash Money Records on March 11, 2014 with appearances from Lil Wayne, Drake, Nicki Minaj, Tyga, Christina Milian, Shanell, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Cory Gunz, Gudda Gudda, Lil Twist, Chanel West Coast and PJ Morton, among others.
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Young Money Lyrics
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Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Pucci bathin' suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
'Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got-Got 'em writin love letters in they journal
Keep 'em on they toes like a midget at the urinal
Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad-Bad as I wanna be
She ain't bad, she a sad little wannabe
Yeah
Fuck the bullshit
It's big money poppin'
Young Mula
Yeah, just like that
What up, young nigga?
Let's go
Gudda, brrat
Uh
Okay, we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin from the ceilin'
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
And if they didn't have no hands I'll bet them bitches gon' feel 'em
I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower
That pussy, I'ma devour, I beat it up 'til it's sour
No need for you to even trip, bitch, I'll be done in a hour, let's go
Yeah, that's more like it (yeah)
Junior (uh)
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say the sweeter it is, you dig? Buried
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me wary
But I know two are the same, call it "murdered" and "married" (believe that)
Hustlin' is so necessary, with no adversaries
But ain't no love, like a calendar with no Februarys
I'ma need four secretary, and four Bloody Marys
I'ma go eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry, I'm gone
Yeah, fully loaded with it
To the ceilin' with it
More money than you ever seen, nigga
Aight, Drizzy, Drake
Look, kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon
Young Angel, if you hate me tell me burn in heaven (brrat)
How'd ya sleep on me? The highest earnin' freshmen
Like your third infection, I hope you learned your lesson (yeah)
Yeah, I spit raw, but I prefer protection
I own a heart and a mind and the shirt she slept in
Bitch, I got the answer, and still ain't heard the question
I shut your club down, please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, there ain't no cake in it
And I'm cakin', bitch, so tell me why I'd take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She say, "Ooh, you taste good," I say, "Ooh, just savor it"
She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
'Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don't walk around with money, baby girl, I'm made of it
The first verse of Young Money's "F*** Da Bulls***" features Nicki Minaj bragging about her designer clothing from Balenciaga and Gucci. She asserts her confidence and sexuality, claiming that she "gets wetter than a navy seal veteran" and has men writing love letters about her. She also criticizes those who try to imitate her, calling them "sad little wannabes." The chorus expresses a desire to ignore negativity and focus on making money instead.
In the second verse, rapper Gudda Gudda continues the theme of wealth and power, boasting that his crew has bitches "from wall to wall" and will make a million dollars. He also emphasizes his sexual prowess, claiming that he can please a woman in an hour. The third verse, performed by Lil Wayne, features his typical wordplay and word associations. He compares a black woman's cherry to her worth, and notes that he has learned the importance of hustling and avoiding love. The final verse, performed by Drake, continues the emphasis on money and fame, with Drake boasting about his success and popularity with women.
Overall, "F*** Da Bulls***" is a classic rap song with an emphasis on confidence, power, and money. The verses from Minaj, Gudda Gudda, Lil Wayne, and Drake are all relatively similar in terms of theme, with each artist boasting about their wealth, sexual prowess, and status. The song's chorus provides a catchy hook that emphasizes the desire to ignore negativity and focus on making money.
Line by Line Meaning
Let us begin with the bad lil' specimen
We'll start by talking about this poorly behaved girl
Balenciaga's is all these things I be steppin' in
I wear expensive designer clothes like Balenciaga shoes
Gucci bathing suits, only thing I'm dressin' in
I only wear Gucci when I go swimming
Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
I get really wet (in various situations)
Got them writing love letters in they journal
I make guys so infatuated with me that they write about me in their journals
Keep 'em on these toes like a midget at the urinal
I keep them on edge, like someone who needs to stand on their toes at a urinal
B-b-b-bad as I wanna be
I am as bad as I want to be
She ain't bad she a sad little wannabe
Another girl isn't as cool as me, just a sad imitation
Yeah fuck the bullshit
I don't want to deal with any nonsense
It's big money poppin'
We are making a lot of money
Young Mula!
The group Young Money is great
Okay we runnin' this shit, when we walk in the building
We are in charge, and it's obvious when we come in
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin' from the ceiling
There are girls everywhere, even hanging from the ceiling
Young Money we 'bout to kill 'em, I promise I'll make a million
We're going to be very successful, and I'll make a lot of money
And if they didn't have no hands, I'll bet them bitches go feel 'em
I am so appealing that even people without hands would want to touch me
I'm talkin' money and power, you gettin' money? I doubt it
I'm only interested in people who have money and power, and I don't think you have either
Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower
I am fresh and clean, and I've even been in the shower with someone's girlfriend
That pussy I'm a devour, I beat it up till it's sour
I have rough sex with women and continue until they're tired
No need for you to even trip bitch I'll be done in a hour
Don't worry, I'll be finished quickly
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
People say that darker-skinned girls have red vaginas
I say sweeter it is, ya dig, buried
I think they're actually sweeter, if you know what I mean
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me weary
But all the nonsense gets tiring
But I know two of the same, call it murdered and married
I know two things that are similar, like killing and marriage
Hustlin' is so necessary, with no adversaries
Hustling is important, and it's best if there are no obstacles
But ain't no love, like a calendar with no February's
There is no real love when there are no romantic holidays on the calendar
I'm a need four secretary, and four bloody Mary's
I need four secretaries and drinks, like Bloody Marys
I'm a go eat me some pussy, and choke up the cherry
I'm going to perform oral sex and make her come
Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon
I crush the competition so completely that they can't even figure out what went wrong
Young angel if ya hate me tell me burn in heaven
If you don't like me, just say you hope I go to hell
How'd you sleep on me, the highest earning freshmen
It's crazy that people didn't recognize me as the most lucrative newcomer
Like ya third infection, I hope ya learned ya lesson
I hope you finally learn from your mistakes, like you would after getting a third infection
I spit raw but I prefer protection
I perform sexually without a filter, but I use protection
I own her heart and her mind, and the shirt she slept in
I have complete control over her emotions and thoughts, and even her clothes
Bitch I got the answer, and still ain't heard the question
I know everything already, before you even ask
I shut ya club down, please reserve my section
I'm so popular I take over the whole club, so reserve a special area for me
Fuck a confrontation, there ain't no cakin' it
I don't want to fight, but there's no avoiding the money I make
And I'm cakin' bitch, so tell me why I take a break from it
I make so much money, why would I ever stop?
The mother of your child always tell you I'm her favorite
Even the mother of your child has a crush on me
She call me her baby, not the one she was in labor with
She refers to me as her baby, not the baby she actually gave birth to
She say 'oh you taste good', I say 'oh just savor it'
She compliments me on my sexual performance, and I tell her to just enjoy it
She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
She knows she loves me, and I'm really successful
Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
I make money no matter what I do, whether it's standing or sitting
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Warren Felder, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Andrew Wansel, Aubrey Drake Graham, Onika Maraj, Carl Lilly
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