Lay It Down (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz)

YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li

I be with **** that shoot police

I keep that iron, you could get creased

And if she say she didn't fuck

Bitch, ya lying through ya teeth

They say it cost to be the boss

The ones in jail wish they were free

**** call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see

**** 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 bitch, who but me?

Got ya bitch bent over, ****, hands to her feet

Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef

'Cause all my **** well rounded

Don't fuck with none of these square ****

Mask on, Ghostface Killah

Draw down and erase ****

I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?

Swisher full of that California

I hit it sideways, caddy-corner

Then she catch that nut like pneumonia

Lil Tunechi

Lay it down, ho

Lay it down, bitch

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, ****

Give me everything up in your house, ****

Shut yo mouth, ****

Put the money on the couch, ****

Give me everything up in your house, ****

Shut yo mouth, ****

Start it up, vroom vroom

Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom

Unless I get the brain, poom poom

She let 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 get money over here

Talking shit, fucking bitches

I don't know what the fuck 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

No graffiti, my bombs up

It's Young Money in this shit

Until 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 wetted on

Point 'em out, truk ya life

Fuck ya style, fuck with me

You a bucket foul, ****'ll buck ya smile

For a dunking pile, you better duck it, pal

Lay it down, ho

Lay it down, bitch

Lay it down, ho

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

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

Uh, yo, shawty, what's your name?

Is you tricking? Is you paying?

Is you sniffing on that cane?

What the fuck 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 ass, then I'm tipping it

Came out the bank, bye teller

Give a bum 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

I said them **** was popping, fake **** be watching

My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran

Losing ain't no option

I'm teaching bitches my doctrine

The Maybach ain't popping if it ain't got a partation

Oops, I mean partition

It's all a part of my vision

I sit and count this money

While I watch you bitches audition

I said, oops, I mean partition

It's all a part of my vision

I sit and count this money

While I watch you bitches audition

Fuck wrong with you bitches?

I don't give a fuck

You don't hear me, you don't see me, bitch

You gon' feel me, ho

Young Money

Young-young money, ****

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