Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call me out Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
two jiggas at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the man twisted 'cause he open when you twist him
never met the guy, but I treat him like I missed him
life is the witch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a awkward family picture
you know father time, and we all know mother nature
it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
black and white diamonds, forget segregation
screw that bull, my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running this and you jiggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I've done enough, so I'mma keep on doing this stuff
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Okay
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
I'm going back in
Okay
Yo stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these jiggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
tell 'em people I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
yo, real G's move in silence like lasagna
people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
man of my dreams, I don't sleep already found ya
you jiggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell 'em kiss my b***, call it kiss and tell
Yeah , Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, yo, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you jiggas that's tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you jiggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you'll be all over the floor like Luda
yo, I flow like scuba, yo, I'm bold like Cuba
and I keep a killer though, I'mma blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, and now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
jiggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, yo, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these jiggas out they mind
I done told these two jiggas, so many times
that I keep them bucks they be on my mind
tuck these, I tuck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, oh
I'm a girl, I visit bathroom lines abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a GX jigga, ya know?
Gunna, gunna, yeah
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call me out Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
two jiggas at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the man twisted 'cause he open when you twist him
never met the guy, but I treat him like I missed him
life is the witch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a awkward family picture
you know father time, and we all know mother nature
it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
black and white diamonds, forget segregation
screw that bull, my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running this and you jiggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I've done enough, so I'mma keep on doing this stuff
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Okay
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
I'm going back in
Okay
Yo stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these jiggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
tell 'em people I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
yo, real G's move in silence like lasagna
people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
man of my dreams, I don't sleep already found ya
you jiggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell 'em kiss my b***, call it kiss and tell
Yeah , Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, yo, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you jiggas that's tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you jiggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you'll be all over the floor like Luda
yo, I flow like scuba, yo, I'm bold like Cuba
and I keep a killer though, I'mma blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, and now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
jiggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, yo, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these jiggas out they mind
I done told these two jiggas, so many times
that I keep them bucks they be on my mind
tuck these, I tuck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, oh
I'm a girl, I visit bathroom lines abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a GX jigga, ya know?
Gunna, gunna, yeah