1, 2, 1, 2I said 1, 2, 1, 2Everybody hands up in the air1, 2, 1, 2,Let me see your drinks up in the air1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2
It?s that modern day Tony Stark, biggest dog in the game with the biggest barkMoney, money, money, money don?t make the manMan make the money with the biggest master planI got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nutsRaising bottles in the air, the money they throwing upMy peep, my peep, my peep, my peeps my gang, boyWhen it?s all said and done I?m hall of fame boyI?m riding, riding, riding, riding in a new ghostWith my business partner, nah, not White Wed french folksCall me, call me, call me, call me ?Tim: The Party Man?Be in the clubs and radio all on one commandNow show your hands
Okay (okay), let?s get it jumping (let?s get it jumping)Turn up the speakersCan you hear the bass bumping?Them tweeters tweakingI came here to party, pass that cup around (round)Put your hands in the air move?m up and down (down)Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fucking cupFuck that cup, I?m about to turn that bottle upCause I cam here to party, pass that cup around (round)Put your hands in the air move?m up and down (down)Oohwoah
I heard somebody said he wasn?t dead yetThey should?ve never said thatYoung Tunechi got the game down Pat SajakEven though I?m paid in full, all I want is PaybackMan, fuck these niggas. Pause.I spray king kill the world and fuck them all in my cigarsI make them mother fuckers bow down, no applauseAll of my goons wired up like broken jawsI rep that mother fucking red flag put you in a dead bagI get bread you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bagAnd my letters is Y M, shout out Stunna and SlimI?m fucking with Tim and my girl, I?m fucking her friendTunech!
This country bitch from VirginiaSee the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor ?bout to enterEverybody better bow down when I step up to the mic; front and centerSay I?m too old to rap, I?ll be rapping til I wear denturesYeah, hello hatersYou mad? Pick your chin upWhat did I say about running your mouth? You better respect your mentorsI?m so relentless flow colder than the wintersI?m pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up (I drink my gin up)I?m on the mic, I?m back with TimWe looking good like working out up in the gymAnybody wanna see us? Competition? We don?t see?mAin?t nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rimThis how we do it
1, 2, 1, 2I said 1, 2, 1, 2Everybody hands up in the air1, 2, 1, 2,Let me see your drinks up in the air1, 2, 1, 2