Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing that's word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock

Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a ^!$$% in his face knock his nose off

Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a ^!$$% bout ta doze off
Big %#@! ^!$$% talk big %#@! ^!$$%

Big bread bread like a picnic ^!$$%
Shake the whole game like the hit stick ^!$$%
Money spread like germs get sick ^!$$%

Yeaa, And $#&@ them other ^!$$%s,
1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river

I don't care if you were Michael Phelps my ^!$$%
I'm higher than a motha$#&@a Alps my ^!$$%
I'm flyer than a motha$#&@a stilt my ^!$$%

Young Money %#@! top shelf my ^!$$%
We the motha$#&@as like Milf my ^!$$%


UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci's
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk

And everybody watch your back, when your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker

Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles


Why thank you, if yous a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider

Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune ^!$$%, typhoon ^!$$%
And if you think your sweet, buy a room ^!$$%

Die or move ^!$$%, I'm on my gang %#@!,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a motha$#&@ing blunt,

Stupid fruity swag like a motha$#&@a runt
And I be with my dog like a motha$#&@ing huntin
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month

Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face


We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict

Running this %#@! now I'm feelin athletic
I I'm on a boat (*##$, gettin sea sick
Stop playin I'm fresher then a degree stick

Street %#@!, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back

Ha, I need a massage,
And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, ^!$$% just stuntin

If you aint the bank teller don't tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
(*##$ I go hard like the boy from 300

You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the %#@! weak stomachs
No Ceilings... Motha$#&@a