OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Tanya Katkova dancing to Lil Wayne - YM Banger (Feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, and Tyga)
Watch Tanya Katkova dancing to Lil Wayne - YM Banger (Feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, and Tyga) on YouTube

Featured In

Listen to I Am Not a Human Being by Lil Wayne
ALBUMI Am Not a Human BeingLil Wayne
Listen to Lil Wayne Essentials featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTLil Wayne EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Hip-Hop/R&B Hits: 2010 featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTHip-Hop/R&B Hits: 2010Apple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Drake Essentials featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTDrake EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to 2010s Workout featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLIST2010s WorkoutApple Music Fitness
Listen to Iconic Duets featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTIconic DuetsApple Music
Listen to Weights featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTWeightsApple Music Fitness
Listen to Lil Wayne: Chill featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTLil Wayne: ChillApple Music
Listen to Lil Wayne: Deep Cuts featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTLil Wayne: Deep CutsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Cash Money Essentials featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTCash Money EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Naomi Osaka’s Beach Vibes featuring Lil Wayne
PLAYLISTNaomi Osaka’s Beach VibesApple Music Summertime Sounds

Top Songs By Lil Wayne

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarvis Mills
Jarvis Mills
Songwriter
Carl Lilly
Carl Lilly
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Cadahia
Michael Cadahia
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Elizabeth Gallardo
Elizabeth Gallardo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass-backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you **** is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead **** get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in, nah, I doubt it
I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
You **** is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower **** with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch
[Verse 2]
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove Black menace
Black clothes, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch, I got stacks
Yeah, paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored
I blitz your ass like a mothafuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear read like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on you, dump the whole toilet on you
Weezy F, baby, bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
[Verse 3]
Let-let go, m-mama ain't make me to make homies,  she made me to make history
So doin' that my extracurricular activity
Bulldozer boy, and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love, good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin' me
Your whip ain't up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my Money'll slap you straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker, so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with your girl, send her home with a ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveeno
I hope the game got life insurance 'cause I'ma kill it
And all you whack-ass rap **** dyin' with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin', but still starvin'
Po-pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine, Millz
[Verse 4]
Say, say, say, put the flow, say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin' hot
His pick flip 'cause the **** flopped
My shit hit like the pitch was soft, **** cottonballed
She dropped drawers 'cause she poppin' off
Her pussy crossed guard, but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin' law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
Shittin' on 'em like hay in the barn
Hey, wait, they say money talks and, man, you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls, my style two thumbs up, like usin' analogues
I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch
Jesus as my witness, Satan vision
Eyeball you ****, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'
Written by: Carl Lilly, D. Carter, Jarvis Mills, M. Cadahia, Michael Anthony Cadahia, Michael Ray Stevenson

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out