[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, you're lying through your 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 checking 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 your 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: caddy-corner

Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Lay it down, ho (Haha), 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

Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga

Put the money on the couch nigga

Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

Start it up: vroom, vroom

Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom

Unless I get the brain: pum-pum

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 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 bus; 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 e'erything wetted on

Point 'em out, Truk your life, fuck your style

Fuck with me, you a bucket foul

Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile

You better duck it, pal

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj]

Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down bitch (And I smoke)

Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi)

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Shawty, what's your 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 tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it)

Came out the bank—"Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!"

Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, 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 popping, fake niggas be watching

My black glove be dripping 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 par-tah-tion

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 & Lil Wayne and 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, aah!