YMCMB bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron you can get creased
And if she say she didn't f**k
Bitch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss
The ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C
Because I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues
Well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree
And ask that bitch who but me
Got ya bitch bent over nigga hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
Cause all my niggas well rounded
Don't f**k with none of these square niggas
Mask on Ghostface Killah
Draw down and erase niggas
I'm a blood is you a blood donor
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga
Shut yo mouth nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga
Shut yo mouth nigga
Start it up vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus boom boom
Unless I get the brain poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the gang
Run a train zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here
Talking shit and f**king bitches
I don't know what the f**k they doing Tune
My syrup purple my turf Earth
My birth circle I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all bout as hot as von dutch
Y'all not gon' harm much
Hijack y'all some prom busts
Ain't no retreat but my arms up
We don't graffiti my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit
Until a nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off
What you wanna bet it on
I'm betting the wedding's off
When everything is wetted on
Point 'em out truck ya life
F**k ya style f**k with me
You a bucket foul niggas'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin' pile you better duck it pal
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down lay it down
Shawty what's yo name
Is you tricking Is you paying
Is you sniffing on that cane
What the f**k is you saying
If you getting it then you getting it
It's my money I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripling it if she got a fat ass
Then I'm tipping it
Come out the bank bye teller
Give up her money hi fella
Bad lil' ho high yellow
Brand new Rollie sky dweller
Just left from Dubai
Flew private eye
I made a million dollars
Swear to God that ain't no lie
Asked if them niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet
But I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option
I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin'
If it ain't got no partation
Oops I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile
I watch you bitches audition
I said oops I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile
I watch you bitches audition
I don't give a f**k
You don't hear me
You don't see me
Bitch you gon' feel me ho
Young Money
Young Young Money nigga
Young Young lay it down
Lay it down you hoes lay it down
Lay it down lay it down
You hoes lay it down ah