เพลง Lay It Down

YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee

I be with niggas that shoot police

I that keep iron, you can 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

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 bitch, who but me?

Got ya bitch bent over nigga, 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 fuck with of none 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 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 nigga

Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,

Shut yo mouth nigga

Put the money on the couch nigga

Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,

Shut yo mouth nigga

Start it up, vroom vroom

Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom

Unless I get the brain, poom poom

She let a nigga 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 shit fucking and 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 you, squirt murk 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 shit

until a nigga 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

Fuck ya style, fuck 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 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

Shawty, what's yo 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

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 bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches audition

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 nigga.

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!