[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, b*tches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with n*ggas that shoot police

I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't f*ck, b*tch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free

N*ggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
N*ggas 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 b*tch, who but me?
Got ya b*tch bent over n*gga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef

Cause all my n*ggas well rounded, don't f*ck with none of these square n*ggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase n*ggas
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

[Hook]

Lay it down ho
Lay it down b*tch
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 n*gga

Gimme everything up in yo house n*gga,
Shut yo mouth n*gga
Put the money on the couch n*gga

Gimme everything up in yo house n*gga,
Shut yo mouth n*gga


[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a b*tch out the bus, boom boom

Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a n*gga 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 sh*t and f*cking b*tches,
I don't know what the f*ck 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 sh*t until a n*gga 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*ck ya style, f*ck with me
You a bucket foul, n*ggas'll buck ya smile

For a dunkin' pile, you better duck it, pal

[Hook]

Lay it down ho
Lay it down b*tch
Lay it down ho

Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Shawty, what's yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you paying?
Is you sniffing on that cane?

What the f*ck 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 $$#, 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 n*ggas was poppin'
Fake n*ggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching b*tches 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 b*tches 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 b*tches audition

I don't give a f*ck
You don't hear me, you don't see me.
B*tch you gon' feel me ho
Young Money

Young, Young Money n*gga.
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!