[Verse 1: Lil Twist]

[?] chain on me, I was born a young beast

Passenger seat [?] a Bugatti down South Beach

And no it's not [?], my pockets stay obese

You know they call me Twist Hefner, better watch your young niece

Young Money, no peace

Southside, no east

And I go live, call me You Stream TV

And when you turn me off, just email your friend

And tell her to tune in 'cause I'm back on again

And I keep rolling like ESPN

I'm number one on top ten, I'm street fighting with no Ken

Only weigh 105 but watch me push 210

Like double the Twist with no twin

Young Money

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

I got swagger out the roof

Glass house Bentley, and I'm swerving through traffic, paper tags on the coupe

Yeah I'm riding 'round the city looking for a pretty ho

Malone and Stockton with the bitches 'cause I give and go

I'm a young gigolo looking for a centerfold

Knock her ass off and leave her walking home pigeon-toed

Iced out figaro, two chains on

Got a pinky ring on and the wrist got a glitter glow

I'm married to the game, and no, I can't get divorced

I'm raping this track, I'm having lyrical intercourse

I'm a hard hitter, so give me fifty feet

Cause I'm Shady after my math like motherfucking Interscope

It's Gudda Gudda, bitch, I do my thang thang

I let my chain hang, then let my chain swang

What up, T-Streets? Nigga, bang bang

YME, nigga, red devil flame

[Verse 3: Lil Chuckee]

[?] haters

What do I have on my plate for you to hate this morning?

Bankroll big like Madison Square Garden

Get currency so much [?] foreign

And wait (Hold up) I think I'm 'bout to throw up

From eatin' you other rappers [?] in the morning

Young Money is [?]

Better yet an army

Play with one, the others coming for you for enjoyment

This Lil Chuckee and I be on that other stuff

Tryna make a flip out this money to get more bruh

And I be the youngest of the best clique

Young Money, YME until my death wish

[Verse 4: Jae Millz]

You boys is all week to me, I goes hard easily

So talk through your G Shock, and watch how you speak to me

Stingray Corvette, take off like a small jet

But don't get salty yet, the four-door Porsche is next

It's get money forever, and never mind them rumors

I'm fishing for the crown and y'all niggas is tuna

With an honor, look at all these Young Money jr.s

You generational like Oklahoma, y'all just sooners

Your style is playgerolie polo on our labels

And I got more fucking horses in my closet than a stable

Catch me rolling down a ave near you, acting bad

Trick like 8Ball, I pimp hard [?]

Millz!