Song Lyrics

Young Money, they go
Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin'
And the second is to get more of this s*** that I'm counting
Call me J-2-0, I flow like a fountain
And I swear I beat the beat up till that b**** start ouchin'
Keep them b****es' a**es bouncin', man we fly like a falcon
Comparing them to us is like a pebble to a mountain
I'm 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****s
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you n****s
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****es
I slut them b****es, then back to the door, like f*** them b****es

[Chorus]
Times ain't the same, s*** been going bad
But n**** we good, n**** we gooder than a mu'f***a
Than a mu'f***a, this for my mu'f***as
We run this mu'f***a
So f*** them n****s
And f*** them hoes
Money talks,
We say hello
And I'm so, I'm so
I'm so Young mula baby

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****s doubting
This here is God's work, ain't nothing you can do about it
So n**** join the team or you can catch the sideline
And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side
We makin' money while you n****s 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 tryin' to break that new McLaren out
Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
B**** 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****
Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money b****

[Chorus]

Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across
Money do somersaults, 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
Y'all go hard, I go to the bank
Check my check stubs, b**** it's Mack Maine
Young money up and runnin', join the campaign

Times ain't the same, s*** been goin' bad
Bend a b**** over, pull some money out her a**
I'm tired of the game, 'cause it ain't what it was
The chopper's so close, I can give that b**** a hug
And a gangster need love, so I keep a gangster b****
I got that dope dick, there ain't a b**** I can't addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes
I looked at the clock and the hands were tied because

[Chorus]

Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby
Yeah
Young mula baby

Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Edward John Montilla, Carl E. Lilly, Dwayne Carter, Jarvis Antonio Mills

The duration of Gooder is 4:27 minutes and seconds.