Lil’ Wayne – Lay it Down

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]YMCMB, b*tches call me Tunechi LeeI be with n*ggas that shoot policeI keep that iron, you can get creasedAnd if she say she didn’t f*ck, b*tch ya lying through ya teethThey say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were freeN*ggas call me Hi-C because I’m high as you can seeN*ggas say they paid they dues, well I’m checking your receiptMight as well go stupid since this is a stupid beatGrab the owl out the tree, and ask that b*tch, who but me?Got ya b*tch bent over n*gga, hands to her feetTell that pig and that cow I’ll go ham if it’s beefCause all my n*ggas well rounded, don’t f*ck with none of these square n*ggasMask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase n*ggasI’m a blood, is you a blood donor?Swisher full of that CaliforniaI hit it sideways, catacornerThen she catch that nut like pneumoniaLil Tunechi[Hook]Lay it down hoLay it down b*tchLay it down hoLay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downPut the money on the couch n*ggaGimme everything up in yo house n*gga,Shut yo mouth n*ggaPut the money on the couch n*ggaGimme everything up in yo house n*gga,Shut yo mouth n*gga[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]Start it up, vroom vroomUppercut a b*tch out the bus, boom boomUnless I get the brain, poom poomShe let a n*gga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoomTryna get paid too soon, one deepOne sweep away in a room roomWe getting money over here, talking sh*t and f*cking b*tches,I don’t know what the f*ck they doing TuneMy syrup purple, my turf EarthMy birth circle, I’ll dirt surf youI’ll squirt murk you, my verse hurtfulMy shooters still got curb curfewsY’all bout as hot as von dutchY’all not gon’ harm muchHijack y’all some prom bustsAin’t no retreat but my arms upWe don’t graffiti, my bombs upIt’s Young Money in this sh*t until a n*gga dead and goneIf you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?I’m betting the wedding’s off when everything is wetted onPoint ’em out, truck ya lifeF*ck ya style, f*ck with meYou a bucket foul, n*ggas’ll buck ya smileFor a dunkin’ pile, you better duck it, pal[Hook]Lay it down hoLay it down b*tchLay it down hoLay it downLay it down, lay it downYou hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it down[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]Shawty, what’s yo name?Is you tricking? Is you paying?Is you sniffing on that cane?What the f*ck is you saying?If you getting it, then you getting itIt’s my money I ain’t splitting itI ain’t tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I’m tipping itCome out the bank, bye tellerGive up her money, hi fellaBad lil’ ho, high yellowBrand new Rollie, sky dwellerJust left from DubaiFlew private eyeI made a million dollars, swear to God that ain’t no lieAsked if them n*ggas was poppin’Fake n*ggas be watchin’My black glove be drippin’ wet, but I got my CochranLosing ain’t no option, I’m teaching b*tches my doctrineThe Maybach ain’t poppin’ if it ain’t got no partationOops I mean partition, it’s all a part of my visionI sit and count this money wile I watch you b*tches auditionI said, oops I mean partition, it’s all a part of my visionI sit and count this money wile I watch you b*tches auditionI don’t give a f*ckYou don’t hear me, you don’t see me.B*tch you gon’ feel me hoYoung MoneyYoung, Young Money n*gga.Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it downLay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!

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