Artist: Young Money Album: We Are Young Money Song: New Shit Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Gudda] Uhhh... flow gifted like the honor roll At crunch time I deliver like Dominos A different freak for every day I got all kind of hoes I slide 'em dick and get the fuck, I never mind them hoes But never mind them hoes, I got all kind of flows I switch 'em up so quick as fuck I gotta timeless flow Young animal, punishin the ProTools Eatin this beat up like soul food, you niggaz old news [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now ain't you tired of sayin the same shit everyday? I mean the same shit - Ashley and Mary Kate Sometimes I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray How come you talkin out your ass but ain't got shit to say? I spend my money like my time, I ain't got it to waste Man I'm so fast feel like I'm racin in a different race Too much champagne now watch me spit it in them bitches face Tomorrow mornin I could tell you how them bitches taste [Jae Millz] This rap shit is our house, you niggaz just visitin Young Money wolverines, bitch {no Michigan} I get in them hoeses and reel 'em in like fishermen And throw they ass in the truck and we rolls like Michelins All hail the kings, crowns glistenin I stunt hard as a fuck cause I ain't gettin a chance to live again Focus is what you better get, boy we on that better shit All bosses, no executives, you just repetitive [Chorus] [Mack Maine] ... bitch-bitch we ballin Tired of the same shit, I need a different toilet Okay let me pick my target, pick 'em off now come pick 'em up Big dog I don't bark I buck, tell them bitches I don't talk I fuck Tell them niggaz I don't walk I run this shit I come to punish shit And-and I bet they won't be flushin this Young Money shit We on some other shit, they on the same shit Bitch I'm Mack Maine, I'm-I'm Mack Maine bitch! [Chorus] - first 1/2 [Lil Wayne] Young too motherfucker no anime Dr. Carter motherfucker come to amputate Cash Money too much money to calculate Young Money that new shit, on your face [Chorus] - secodn 1/2 [Lil Wayne] Gimme the beat and I'ma beat the beat like Anna Mae What the fuck you thought? You know I keep the heat like St. Tropez Ca-Cash Money, too much money to calculate Young Money that new shit, on your face