drag 'em

young money

gudda gudda

let's get it!

you know that yopper yop

it really yop

and when your body drop

i skip and hop

red laser beam

put your face on beam

all this syrup

all these trees

call me maple leaf

hollygrove

nigga

solid gold

nigga

ice

ice

baby chilling

hockey froze

nigga

play your role

nigga

play your role

bitches

i'm in the ceiling looking like a pot of gold

bitches

you know that yopper yop

it really yop

i got he street sweeper

and need a mop

i'm not a peacekeeper

i'm really not

i told a heat seeker

it's getting hot

new baguettes is on my neck

it's from the goat what you expect

woah

i ain't fly cripping but i'm fly

diamonds jet blue

look at how we crept through

dollars like creflo

i can let the tec go

turn him to a vegetable

mula game

next to blow up

here to ball

we said before

we about to set it

i install the blaze and set the fire

pressure

that's what we applying

add some more

make some diamonds

there's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing

coke from medellin

you won't find nothing purer

now just steps on the brick

all white like the fuhrer

middle fingers up to the judge and the jury

if i ever gotta face 'em

do my time

don't make a statement

it's omerta up to the grave

my bro make sure all my kids gravy

young money the army

better yet the navy

we gon' drag him from the river

dump his body in junkyards

with the note around his neck reading bitch