[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Young Money...Harlem
Umm...I got one thing to say before I start this verse...LEGGO..haha
Feeling so good that I might run for mayor
So good I might buy a present for a hater
I just wanna slay her
You just want to savor
Well good come and get her, let me get back to my paper
Straight from harlem with the cellars and the shavers
To a high rise balcony way in the air
Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors
And the watch on my wrist dumber than any one of Flavor's
Cyclops watch the bitch beam lasers
And all my diamonds dancing Jr., Sammy Davis
Oh that's you girl, I make her scream see you later
Take her home and make her sing like Anita Baker
They all under estimated, but I made it
So Im waving from that young money flow while we parading
Yeah we the champs so every days a celebration
Ain't nobody do like this in ages
Not only are we young money, bitch we are the greatest
Catch me in some jordans before you catch me in some gators
No I'm not icy bitch I'm definetly a glacier
Certified N.Y. wife taker
Old school game like Walt, Clyde, Frazier
Pockets of money like an open pager
I grew up in an apartment but im a don acre
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