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I know what it ain't\n[03:00.57] Y'all go hard, I go to the bank\n[03:03.75] Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine\n[03:06.56] Young Money up and runnin', join the campaign\n[03:09.80] Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad\n[03:11.77] Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass\n[03:15.53] I'm tired of the game 'cause it ain't what it was\n[03:19.20] The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug\n[03:21.87] And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch\n[03:25.45] I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict\n[03:29.12] And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes\n[03:32.10] I looked at the clock, and her hands were tied\n[03:35.85] Because times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good\n[03:38.31] Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker\n[03:42.87] This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker\n[03:47.31] So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's\n[03:57.46] Money talks, we say hello\n[03:58.18] And I'm so, I'm 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I know what it ain't\n  start_ms: 177260\n  end_ms: 180570\n- text: Y'all go hard, I go to the bank\n  start_ms: 180570\n  end_ms: 183750\n- text: Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine\n  start_ms: 183750\n  end_ms: 186560\n- text: Young Money up and runnin', join the campaign\n  start_ms: 186560\n  end_ms: 189800\n- text: Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad\n  start_ms: 189800\n  end_ms: 191770\n- text: Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass\n  start_ms: 191770\n  end_ms: 195530\n- text: I'm tired of the game 'cause it ain't what it was\n  start_ms: 195530\n  end_ms: 199200\n- text: The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug\n  start_ms: 199200\n  end_ms: 201870\n- text: And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch\n  start_ms: 201870\n  end_ms: 205450\n- text: I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict\n  start_ms: 205450\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 212100\n- text: I looked at the clock, and her hands were tied\n  start_ms: 212100\n  end_ms: 215850\n- text: Because times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good\n  start_ms: 215850\n  end_ms: 218310\n- text: Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker\n  start_ms: 218310\n  end_ms: 222870\n- text: This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker\n  start_ms: 222870\n  end_ms: 227310\n- text: So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's\n  start_ms: 227310\n  end_ms: 237460\n- text: Money talks, we say hello\n  start_ms: 237460\n  end_ms: 238180\n- text: And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 238180\n  end_ms: 240390\n- text: Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 240390\n  end_ms: 243870\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 243870\n  end_ms: 246700\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 246700\n  end_ms: 249930\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 249930\n  end_ms: 253510\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 253510\n  end_ms: 256410\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 256410\n  end_ms: 259480\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 259480\n  end_ms: 262600\n- text: Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  start_ms: 262600\n  end_ms: 265850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 265850\nplain: |-\n  Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated\n  Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated\n  Two things on my mind, one is to keep stylin'\n  And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countin'\n\n  Call me J 2-0, I flow like a fountain\n  And I swear I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin'\n  Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon\n  Comparin' them to I is like a pebble to a mountain\n\n  I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money fire starter\n  I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the Carter\n  Harlem, and I ain't like none of these other niggas\n  I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget, missus\n\n  Young Money cloud gang, we so above you niggas\n  Besides these groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' with us?\n  You might as well have a badge the way you cuff them bitches\n  I slut them bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches\n\n  Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good\n  Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker\n  This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker\n\n  So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's\n  Money talks, we say hello\n  And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby\n\n  Okay, it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it\n  Paper coming in, money never going outward\n  It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me\n  This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it\n\n  So nigga join the team or you can catch the sideline\n  Or just get out the game or get hit from the blind side\n  We makin' money while you niggas makin' petty quotes\n  You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke\n\n  It's all about the paper, money controls my whereabouts\n  About a year from now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out\n  Wheels of Fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it\n  Bitch shotgun, probably be your wife in it\n\n  Hustle year 'round, nothin' come in front of that\n  Rap, real estate and work, I can make a ton with that\n  Pay me in advance, I'm not comin' bitch\n  Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money, bitch\n\n  Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good\n  Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker\n  This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker\n\n  So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's\n  Money talks, we say hello\n  And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby\n\n  Young Money under posh, y'all won't wanna come across\n  Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other dopes\n  Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's fault\n  Still make it rain, get struck by a money bolt\n\n  What it is, though? I know what it ain't\n  Y'all go hard, I go to the bank\n  Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine\n  Young Money up and runnin', join the campaign\n\n  Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad\n  Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass\n  I'm tired of the game 'cause it ain't what it was\n  The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug\n\n  And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch\n  I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict\n  And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my eyes\n  I looked at the clock, and her hands were tied\n\n  Because times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good\n  Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker\n  This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker\n\n  So fuck them niggas and fuck them ho's\n  Money talks, we say hello\n  And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula, baby\n  Young Mula, baby\n\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n  Yeah, Young Mula, baby\n"}]