Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Excuse my charisma, vodka wit’ a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my [bad word] Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am [bad word] 
You don’t wan’ start Weezy, ’cause the is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what’s a world without enigma?
Two [bad word] at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
Never met the [bad word]  but I [bad word] her like I missed her
Life is the [bad word]  and death in her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a [bad word]  family picture
You know Father Time, we all know Mother Nature
It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who’s buyin’, I’m a celebration
Black and white diamonds, [bad word] segregation
 [bad word] that [bad word]  my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young [bad word]  [bad word] and you niggas [bad word] ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doin’ this [bad word] 
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

I’m goin’ back in

Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
Swear, man, I be seein’ through these n-ggas like sequins
N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talkin’ to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo’ [bad word] talk
Young Money eatin’, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playin’, [bad word]  I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these ma [bad word] talkin’ crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
Try me [bad word] into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
The [bad word] of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
 [bad word]  stop playin’, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
Tell ‘em [bad word] I say put my name on the wall
I speak the [bad word]  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 nothin’, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin’, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
 [bad word]  real Gs move in silence like lasagna
People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, wit’ a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishin’ well, now wish me well
Tell ‘em kiss my [bad word]  call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
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, [bad word]  Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that’s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flo’ like Luda
 [bad word]  I flow like scuba, [bad word]  I’m bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’, ’bout my stackin’, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin’ out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, [bad word] laugh at [bad word] 
Cash Money cold, [bad word]  but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these [bad word] niggas, some wanted dimes
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I [bad word] these on your mind, pause