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conversations.value: Write me a song called Gooder with the following description: The opening song to the Young Money’s first compilation album, We Are Young Money. The song features 3 verses from Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda and Mack Maine, and a hook and short verse from the head honcho himself; Lil' Wayne.
  The song is basically about how things have changed, and how the crew has managed to be on top of the game regardless of these changes.
  A better title for this track might’ve been Better. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Jae Millz]
  Young Money!
  Leggo! Ha
  [Verse 1: Jae Millz]
  Sittin on the toilet (Huh?), smokin on some medicated
  Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated (Ha!)
  Two things on my mind, one is to keep styling (Yup)
  And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm countin' (Yes)
  Call me J-2-O, I flow like a fountain
  And I swear, I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start "ouch"-ing
  Keep them bitches' asses bouncin' (Yes), 
  man, we fly like a falcon (Yes)
  Comparing them to I is like a pebble to a mountain
  I'm a uptown flamethrower, Young Money firestarter
  Had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as "The Carter"
  H—Harlem
  , and I ain't like none of these other niggas (Nah)
  I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Missus
  Young Money, Cloud Gang, so above you niggas
  Besides these groupies after the shows, who's fuckin with us? (Who?)
  You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them bitches (Yup)
  I slut them bitches, then back to the dough, like, "Fuck them bitches"
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne & 
  Gudda Gudda
  ]
  Times ain't the same, shit been going bad
  But nigga, we good
  N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker
  Than a motherfucker
  This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker
  So fuck them niggas, and fuck them hoes
  Money talks, we say hello
  And I'm so... I'm so... (
  Ugh
  )
  I'm so... Young Moolah, baby (
  Look
  ) [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
  OK, it's too much paper and not enough hands to count it
  P—Paper coming in money, never going outward
  It'Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubting
  This here is God work, ain't nothing you can do about it
  So nigga, join the team or you can catch the sideline
  And just get out the game or get hit from the blind side
  We making money while you niggas 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 tryna break that new MacLaren out
  Wheels of fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
  Bitch 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 or I'm not coming bitch
  Like Pain, Wayne and Mack Maine, I got money, bi—
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne & 
  Mack Maine
  ]
  Times ain't the same, shit been going bad
  But nigga, we good
  N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker
  Th—Than a motherfucker
  This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker
  So fuck them niggas, and fuck them hoes
  Money talks, we say hello (
  Hello
  )
  And I'm so... (
  I'm so
  ), I'm so... (
  I'm so
  )
  I'm so... Young Moolah, baby
  Bitch, I'm Mack Maaaine! [Verse 3: Mack Maine]
  Yeah, Young Money I'm the boss, you don't wanna come across
  Money do summer salts, 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 checkstubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine
  Young Money up and running, j—join the campaign
  [Bridge: Lil Wayne]
  Times ain't the same, shit been going bad
  Bend a bitch over, pull some money out her ass
  Now, I'm tired of the game, 'cause it ain't what it was
  The chopper so close, I can give that bitch a hug
  And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch
  I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
  And I'm looking at the game, I roll my eyes
  I—I looked at the clock, and the hands were tied
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Because the times ain't the same, shit been going bad
  But nigga, we good
  N—Nigga, we gooder than a motherfucker
  Th—Than a motherfucker
  This for my motherfuckers, we run this motherfucker
  So fuck them niggas (Fuck them niggas)
  And fuck them hoes (Fuck them hoes)
  Money talks (Money talks), we say hello (We say hello)
  And I'm so... (I'm so) I'm so... (I'm so)
  I'm so... (What you is?) Young Moolah, baby [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby
  Yeah, Young Moolah, baby