by blockboi on Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:50 pm
Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thang, that's word to your wristwatch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock
Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off
Make the girl say my name like roll call
Painkillers got a nigga bout to doze off
Big shit nigga, talk big shit nigga
Big bread, bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs, get sick nigga
Yeahhh... and fuck them other niggas
1-900, who want it? I deliver
Concrete shoes won't help in the river
I don't care if you's Michael Phelps, my nigga
I'm higher than the mothafuckin' Alps, my nigga
I'm flyer than the mothafuckin' stealth, my nigga
Young Money shit, top shelf my nigga
We the mothafuckas like MILF, my nigga
Ahem, flow like syringes
Yeah I'm in my mode, got a code like da Vinci's
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump
And everybody watch your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe, stop playin' wit 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 you's a hater
I'm eatin', you's a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at cha guala, soon later
Young Toon nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think it's sweet, buy a room nigga
Damu nigga, I'm on my gang shit
She gimme good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin' up a mothafuckin' blunt
Stupid fruity swag like a mothafuckin' runt
And I be wit my dawg like a mothafucka hunt
And everyday of the week is the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in her face
Can't tell the time 'cause the diamonds in the face
We could get it poppin' like a semi-automatic
And if you got beef I'll put the biscuit on a patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Runnin' this shit now I'm feelin' athlatic
I'm on a boat bitch, gettin' seasick
Stop playin', I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit, 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 come to hoes, man, I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me comin'
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya'll kick it? Well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby, we the shit, weak stomachs