Young money
Syrup in a big shot
Time to do the thing that's word to ya wrist watch
Shoot the glock 'til it burn 'til my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
H Hold the gun sideways like oh dog
Shoot a n***a in his face knock his nose off
Make the girl say my name like roll call
Pain killers got the n***a bout to dose off
Big s**t n***a talk big s**t n***a
Big bread bread like a picnic n***a
Shake the whole game like a hit stick n***a
Money spread like germs get sick n***a
Yeah &f**k them other n***as one nine hundred who want it I'll deliver
Concrete shoes won't help in the river
I don't care if you Michael Phelps my n***a
I'm higher den the muthaf**kin' Alps my n***a
I'm flier den the muthaf**kin' Stealth my n***a
Y Young money s**t top shelf my n***a
We the muthaf**kas like MILF my n***a
Flow like syringes
Yea I'm in my mode gotta code like da Vinci's
I was in the trenches now I'm in the Trump
And everybody watch ya back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin' with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend a girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all ova this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank you if youse a hater
I'm eatin' youse a waiter
Pistol on my hip：Tomb Raider
Holla at ya gualla soon later
Young Tune' n***a
Typhoon n***a
And if you think it's suite buy a room n***a
Damu n***a
I'm on my gang s**t
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin' up a muthaf**kin' blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a muthaf**kin' runt
And I be with my dog like a muthaf**k' huntin'
Every day of the week it's the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in his face
Can't tell time cause the diamonds in his face
We can get it poppin' like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I'll put the biscuit on a patty
Rockstar tatted big money addict
Runnin' this s**t now I'm feelin' athletic
I I'm on a boat b***h gettin' sea sick
Stop playin' I'm fresher than a degree stick
Street s**t well of course I smoke mad w**d I'm on my high horse
Please don't shoot me down I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
I need a massage
When it comes to h*es man I gotta collage
Finger on the button n***a just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me comin'
B***h I go hard like the boy from 300
Ya think y'all kickin'
Well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the s**t weak stomachs
No ceilings muthaf**ka
