Featuring: Shanell
Lil Twist
Tyga


[DJ Drama]
Young Money all stars on the way

Put the party in the bag
now hand it over


[Lil Wayne]
Wait a minute
Wait a minute

Wait a minute
See I ain't know you were
gunna do this one.

Ight, Now you
mother$#&@ers happy huh?
that's what y'all you

been wantin' huh?
Okay, Okay,
Go ahead Drama


[DJ Drama]
See I don't wanna

be the Mixtape king
no more,
More like the Mixtape President,

Barak Odrama!
It was definitely
time for change,

I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going
for re-election

So, Me and Wayne
gon' keep runnin'
So y'all ^!$$%s can fly


[Lil Wayne]
This a big E beat,

And I'm a cook this
(*##$ like piggy meat
Yeahh, hehe

You can get pork chopped,
Young money (*##$
Let the champagne cork pop,

I will bat your man,
Now go tell her short stop
Okay (*##$, You do the wop

Well (*##$, I do the guap
Okay man, You do the drop
Well man, I do the yacht

You pull up in parking lots
I pull up the dock like Yeahhh
Macaroni greens and hamhocks,

I am not on your planet
like Dr. Spock, Rock...
To my own tune,

Lil tune
My stomach hurtin'
My %#@! is dropping real soon

Kill whom and
whoever for whatever
That barrel longer

than a word with 10 letters
Now you spell it
I say Young Money (*##$ forever,

And we better than all
these motha$#&@as up
in this era

Know'm talkin bout? Yeah
I tell my ^!$$%s pick
the target out,

And then I quickly
pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,

And being fake is
#~!!@ so ^!$$%, I'm
a virgin
Dr. Carter, Tell them
(*##$es I'm a surgeon

Cleaner than some
brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya (*##$
get on the plane with

that Fergie
Tell em get on
(Birdman Jr.'s Birdy)

[Shanell]

I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't
shake me up out of the Y.M.
That Yack,
That Goose,

That Tron,
That Gin
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your
self a baller when the

cameras on
If it ain't trickin'
cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' ^!$$%s
hatin' me up with

But my crew holdin'
duffle bags (*##$es

[Lil Twist]
Rockin on the scene
And yeah, I hit my duggy
I D-Town boogy

Now the girls really love me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly
I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mullah
Yeah, The kid in this thang

Grown men in this game
can't compete with me mayne
Especially
When I pull up in that candy red
(54's on the dash sittin'
next to Lil Wayne)
I'm a beast

I'm a dog
Yeah, Yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going Bad on you kids like

I'm Reginae Carter
that's my little
sister if you boys
didn't know (Wait)
that's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro!)
Cuz we'll come find you in
all kinds of cars
Signin' out
Young Money, D-town's All Star

[Tyga]
it's Tyga No lion
I'm eating
No Diner
This species
don't diet
Every milla fish Friday
Squad deep
Like the white guy from Verizon
Gator righteous
So it's only right you
meet the fugitive
John Mcgiver
Teenager
School cyhphers
I was too nicer
Than them no liscence,
You gets no high-fivin'
^!$$%, Roll the damn dices Touche
My word play touches from
the colour great
My kick game so unreal
They say them
colours must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton Play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
Get along
With them tag-along Let me
Get on a song
Period gone
I'm off the hook like
cordless phones
My identity so right
They think it's wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so
I'm a keep goin'
My ligaments covered
in green like general
symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
Leatherman Louis
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me After
it's only boys
Tyga man
I do it for the hatin' homies

[DJ Drama]
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
304 wassup!
Shout to Harlem
Philly wassup!