Somewhat young of a rebel
Too weak for boulders yeah I'm pushing pebbles
That I revel
Pushing my limits to another level
But I don't know shit, let's keep it real
Start date soon, I'll cop a feel
Like I'm getting independent
But still hella dependent
Callin mom when a problem is presented
Corporate lifestyle, yeah I consented
You see, I figured out the system
Did so good now I'm f*ckin with them
Just as good as the next, replaceable
Ownin up, mistakes ain't erasable
But they acceptable, human error
Bills on bills, the real world terror
Dollar sign blinded
Paycheck minded
These paths that I'm findin
Late night grindin
Contract like I'm binded
Cuz I'm getting all this cash like a young profesh
Think I'm really fresh, in this biz don't mesh
F*ck these info sesh, y'all don't wanna know the rest
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Dress code, no self expression
Lipstick withdrawal, depression
Carefree until I'm not
Closed-toed shoes? You askin a lot
With a tight work routine
When I pop in at the scene
Office appropriate screen
Ya'll feel what I mean
Like I got that young money, pay check plunder
Young like a child, small in the number
Dollas are given, low budget livin
Unrealistic gross, realistic goals
Got those singles, blowin down the poles
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Foolin like my gold
It's free? Yeah I'm sold
Gets easy, so I'm told
Burdens of being old
With the checks, flowin like the wind
On a mild temp day, not much to spend
Tryna fit in, but I gotta pretend
Shakin hands til the end
All you gotta do is blend
But I'm getting money, son
Being played like a rerun
Play the game like I'm getting some
Frozen assets like I'm getting numb
Because I'm being young
Cougin out my lung
First dollar made hung
Bars flowin from my tongue
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
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Rebel G - Young Money Lyrics
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Somewhat young of a rebel
Too weak for boulders yeah I'm pushing pebbles
That I revel
Pushing my limits to another level
But I don't know shit, let's keep it real
Start date soon, I'll cop a feel
Like I'm getting independent
But still hella dependent
Callin mom when a problem is presented
Corporate lifestyle, yeah I consented
You see, I figured out the system
Did so good now I'm f*ckin with them
Just as good as the next, replaceable
Ownin up, mistakes ain't erasable
But they acceptable, human error
Bills on bills, the real world terror
Dollar sign blinded
Paycheck minded
These paths that I'm findin
Late night grindin
Contract like I'm binded
Cuz I'm getting all this cash like a young profesh
Think I'm really fresh, in this biz don't mesh
F*ck these info sesh, y'all don't wanna know the rest
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Dress code, no self expression
Lipstick withdrawal, depression
Carefree until I'm not
Closed-toed shoes? You askin a lot
With a tight work routine
When I pop in at the scene
Office appropriate screen
Ya'll feel what I mean
Like I got that young money, pay check plunder
Young like a child, small in the number
Dollas are given, low budget livin
Unrealistic gross, realistic goals
Got those singles, blowin down the poles
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Foolin like my gold
It's free? Yeah I'm sold
Gets easy, so I'm told
Burdens of being old
With the checks, flowin like the wind
On a mild temp day, not much to spend
Tryna fit in, but I gotta pretend
Shakin hands til the end
All you gotta do is blend
But I'm getting money, son
Being played like a rerun
Play the game like I'm getting some
Frozen assets like I'm getting numb
Because I'm being young
Cougin out my lung
First dollar made hung
Bars flowin from my tongue
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Too weak for boulders yeah I'm pushing pebbles
That I revel
Pushing my limits to another level
But I don't know shit, let's keep it real
Start date soon, I'll cop a feel
Like I'm getting independent
But still hella dependent
Callin mom when a problem is presented
Corporate lifestyle, yeah I consented
You see, I figured out the system
Did so good now I'm f*ckin with them
Just as good as the next, replaceable
Ownin up, mistakes ain't erasable
But they acceptable, human error
Bills on bills, the real world terror
Dollar sign blinded
Paycheck minded
These paths that I'm findin
Late night grindin
Contract like I'm binded
Cuz I'm getting all this cash like a young profesh
Think I'm really fresh, in this biz don't mesh
F*ck these info sesh, y'all don't wanna know the rest
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Dress code, no self expression
Lipstick withdrawal, depression
Carefree until I'm not
Closed-toed shoes? You askin a lot
With a tight work routine
When I pop in at the scene
Office appropriate screen
Ya'll feel what I mean
Like I got that young money, pay check plunder
Young like a child, small in the number
Dollas are given, low budget livin
Unrealistic gross, realistic goals
Got those singles, blowin down the poles
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Foolin like my gold
It's free? Yeah I'm sold
Gets easy, so I'm told
Burdens of being old
With the checks, flowin like the wind
On a mild temp day, not much to spend
Tryna fit in, but I gotta pretend
Shakin hands til the end
All you gotta do is blend
But I'm getting money, son
Being played like a rerun
Play the game like I'm getting some
Frozen assets like I'm getting numb
Because I'm being young
Cougin out my lung
First dollar made hung
Bars flowin from my tongue
If you making money
Sentiment be scummy
Flow getting punny
Rainin bills, not sunny
Those bills aint funny
Leave my hands they runny
Slippin like they sudsy
Shit's gettin clumsy
Writer: Rebecca Gitomer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid