YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi LeeI be with niggas that shoot policeI keep that iron, you can get creasedAnd if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teethThey say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were freeNiggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can seeNiggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receiptMight as well go stupid since this is a stupid beatGrab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me?Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feetTell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beefCause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these square niggasMask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggasI'm a blood, is you a blood donor?Swisher full of that CaliforniaI hit it sideways, catacornerThen she catch that nut like pneumoniaLil Tunechi
Lay it down hoLay it down bitchLay it down hoLay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downPut the money on the couch niggaGimme everything up in yo house nigga,Shut yo mouth niggaPut the money on the couch niggaGimme everything up in yo house nigga,Shut yo mouth nigga
Start it up, vroom vroomUppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boomUnless I get the brain, poom poomShe let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoomTryna get paid too soon, one deepOne sweep away in a room roomWe getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches,I don't know what the fuck they doing TuneMy syrup purple, my turf EarthMy birth circle, I'll dirt surf youI'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtfulMy shooters still got curb curfewsY'all bout as hot as von dutchY'all not gon' harm muchHijack y'all some prom bustsAin't no retreat but my arms upWe don't graffiti, my bombs upIt's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and goneIf you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted onPoint 'em out, truck ya lifeFuck ya style, fuck with meYou a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smileFor a dunkin' pile, you better duck it, pal
Lay it down hoLay it down bitchLay it down hoLay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it down
Shawty, what's yo name?Is you tricking? Is you paying?Is you sniffing on that cane?What the fuck is you saying?If you getting it, then you getting itIt's my money I ain't splitting itI ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping itCome out the bank, bye tellerGive up her money, hi fellaBad lil' ho, high yellowBrand new Rollie, sky dwellerJust left from DubaiFlew private eyeI made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lieAsked if them niggas was poppin'Fake niggas be watchin'My black glove be drippin' wet, but I got my CochranLosing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrineThe Maybach ain't poppin' if it ain't got no partation
Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my visionI sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches auditionI said, oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my visionI sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition
I don't give a fuckYou don't hear me, you don't see me.Bitch you gon' feel me hoYoung MoneyYoung, Young Money nigga.Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!