| 歌曲 | F*** Da Bulls*** - Album Version (Explicit) |
| 歌手 | Young Money |
| 歌手 | Birdman |
| 专辑 | We Are Young Money |
| Yea cut it up gimme a light | |
| Yea n by the way nigga | |
| It's Young Mula first lady... | |
| (Nicki：) | |
| Um yo yo | |
| Let us begin' wit a bad little specimen | |
| But lenciak only things I be steppin' in | |
| Poochie baby suits only thing I'm dressin' in | |
| Cuz I get wetter than a navy seals veteran | |
| Got 'em writin' love letters in they jour-nal | |
| Even when its hoes like a midget at the urinal | |
| Bbbbb bad as I wanna be | |
| She ain't bad she a sad little wanna be | |
| Yea fuck da bullshit | |
| It's big money poppin' | |
| Young Mula | |
| Yea jus like dat | |
| Waddup young nigga | |
| Let's go | |
| Gudda (bdddat) | |
| (Gudda Gudda:) | |
| Ok we runnnin' this shit | |
| When we walk in the buildin' | |
| Got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceiling | |
| Young Money we bout to kill 'em | |
| I promise I'll make a million | |
| N if dey didnt have no hands I bet them bitches gone feel 'em | |
| Im talkin' money n power | |
| You gettin' money? I doubt it | |
| Fresher than baby powder | |
| Wit yo bitch in the shower | |
| Dat pussy I'm a devower | |
| I beat it up til it's sour | |
| No need fa you to even trip bitch I'll be done in an hour let's go! | |
| (Wayne:) | |
| (dats more like it) | |
| Dey day the blacker the berry the redder the cherry | |
| I say the sweeter it is ya digg burried | |
| Den the bullshit varies n it got me wary | |
| But I know two of the same call it murdered n married | |
| Hustlin' is so necessary wit no adversary | |
| But it ain't no love like a calender wit no february | |
| Imma need 4 secretaries n 4 bloody marys | |
| Imma go eat me sum pussy n choke off the cherry (I'm gone) | |
| Yea fully loaded wit it | |
| To the ceilin' wit it | |
| Mo money than ya ever seen nigga | |
| Aite Drizzy Drake | |
| (Drake:) | |
| Look | |
| Kill da game no one recovers the murder weapon | |
| Young angel if you hate me tell me burn in heaven | |
| I just sleep on me the highest earn a freshmen | |
| Like ya third infection I hope you learned ya lesson | |
| Yea I spit raw but I prefer protection | |
| I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in | |
| Bitch I got tha answer n still ain't heard the question | |
| I shut ya club down please reserve my section | |
| Fuck a confrontation derre ain't no cake in it | |
| N I'm cakin' bitch so tell me why I take a break from it | |
| The mother of yo child always tell you I'm her favorite | |
| She call me her baby not the one she was in labor with | |
| She say ew you taste good I say ew jus savor it | |
| She know dat she love a nigga I be on dat major shit | |
| Cuz I get paid to stand n I get paid to sit | |
| So I dont walk around wit money baby girl I'm made of it |
| Yea cut it up gimme a light | |
| Yea n by the way nigga | |
| It' s Young Mula first lady... | |
| Nicki: | |
| Um yo yo | |
| Let us begin' wit a bad little specimen | |
| But lenciak only things I be steppin' in | |
| Poochie baby suits only thing I' m dressin' in | |
| Cuz I get wetter than a navy seals veteran | |
| Got ' em writin' love letters in they journal | |
| Even when its hoes like a midget at the urinal | |
| Bbbbb bad as I wanna be | |
| She ain' t bad she a sad little wanna be | |
| Yea fuck da bullshit | |
| It' s big money poppin' | |
| Young Mula | |
| Yea jus like dat | |
| Waddup young nigga | |
| Let' s go | |
| Gudda bdddat | |
| Gudda Gudda: | |
| Ok we runnnin' this shit | |
| When we walk in the buildin' | |
| Got bitches from wall to wall hoes hangin' from the ceiling | |
| Young Money we bout to kill ' em | |
| I promise I' ll make a million | |
| N if dey didnt have no hands I bet them bitches gone feel ' em | |
| Im talkin' money n power | |
| You gettin' money? I doubt it | |
| Fresher than baby powder | |
| Wit yo bitch in the shower | |
| Dat pussy I' m a devower | |
| I beat it up til it' s sour | |
| No need fa you to even trip bitch I' ll be done in an hour let' s go! | |
| Wayne: | |
| dats more like it | |
| Dey day the blacker the berry the redder the cherry | |
| I say the sweeter it is ya digg burried | |
| Den the bullshit varies n it got me wary | |
| But I know two of the same call it murdered n married | |
| Hustlin' is so necessary wit no adversary | |
| But it ain' t no love like a calender wit no february | |
| Imma need 4 secretaries n 4 bloody marys | |
| Imma go eat me sum pussy n choke off the cherry I' m gone | |
| Yea fully loaded wit it | |
| To the ceilin' wit it | |
| Mo money than ya ever seen nigga | |
| Aite Drizzy Drake | |
| Drake: | |
| Look | |
| Kill da game no one recovers the murder weapon | |
| Young angel if you hate me tell me burn in heaven | |
| I just sleep on me the highest earn a freshmen | |
| Like ya third infection I hope you learned ya lesson | |
| Yea I spit raw but I prefer protection | |
| I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in | |
| Bitch I got tha answer n still ain' t heard the question | |
| I shut ya club down please reserve my section | |
| Fuck a confrontation derre ain' t no cake in it | |
| N I' m cakin' bitch so tell me why I take a break from it | |
| The mother of yo child always tell you I' m her favorite | |
| She call me her baby not the one she was in labor with | |
| She say ew you taste good I say ew jus savor it | |
| She know dat she love a nigga I be on dat major shit | |
| Cuz I get paid to stand n I get paid to sit | |
| So I dont walk around wit money baby girl I' m made of it |