Lay It Down

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Cut the music up [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li I be with niggas that shoot police, I keep that 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 checkin' 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 none of 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 [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] 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 and 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 gone 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 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, Truk 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 [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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... [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo.. shawty, what's yo, name?Is you, trickin'? Is you, paying? Is you sniffin', on that, caine?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 Roley,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 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, 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, hehehe [Outro: Nicki Minaj] 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 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