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 nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girl say my name like roll call
Pain killers got the nigga bout to dose off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like a hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeah & fuck them other niggas 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 nigga
I'm higher den the muthafuckin' Alps my nigga
I'm flier den the muthafuckin' Stealth my nigga
Y-Young money shit top shelf my nigga
We the muthafuckas like MILF my nigga
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' nigga
Typhoon nigga
And if you think it's suite buy a room nigga
Damu nigga
I'm on my gang shit
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin' up a muthafuckin' blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a muthafuckin' runt
And I be with my dog like a muthafuck' 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 shit now I'm feelin' athletic
I-I'm on a boat bitch gettin' sea sick
Stop playin' I'm fresher than a degree stick
Street shit well of course I smoke mad weed 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 hoes man I gotta collage
Finger on the button nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me comin'
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
Ya think y'all kickin'
Well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No ceilings...muthafucka
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