YMCMB b**ches 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

B**ch 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 b**ch who but me

Got ya b**ch bent over ni**a 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 b**ch

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 ni**a

Gimme everything up in yo house ni**a

Shut yo mouth ni**a

Put the money on the couch ni**a

Gimme everything up in yo house ni**a

Shut yo mouth ni**a

Start it up vroom vroom

Uppercut a b**ch out the bus boom boom

Unless I get the brain poom poom

She let a ni**a 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**king b**ches

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 sh*t

Until a ni**a 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 b**ch

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 a**

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 b**ches 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**ches 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**ches audition

I don't give a f**k

You don't hear me

You don't see me

B**ch you gon' feel me ho

Young Money

Young Young Money ni**a

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