[Intro: T-Pain]

Yo!

Young Fyre

Over the guts

Let's go in brah

Yo

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

Suicide doors, naw that was last year

Got suicide hoes butt-naked under my cashmere

Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear

Two-wheel drive on these niggas, Cavalier

Wait till I crank it up, wait till I spazz hard

Then ain't nobody gonn' accept you like a MasterCard

Now ain't that bizarre, you say you from the hood

But nobody believe you so you try to pull the bastard card

Naw that shit don't work in this society

The game got potential but it's lacking the variety

Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's

Nigglas ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy

Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats

UFC submission hole I get em off me

The niggas in Tallahassee saying I'm off Glee

But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze

[Interlude: Birdman]

Yeah, Birdman, you already know

You understand me?

YMCMB all day everyday

All we do is get money like we do it

Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no sleep when we do this shit

Ain't no care about sleeping

Ain't no clubbing cause we bring that to the studio

Ya understand me?

Just manifesting this game, getting more money than niggas ever been

[Verse 2: T-Pain]

Pennies for my thoughts, dollars for my words

Hundred for the hook, one fifty for the verse

Cause bitch I got kids and they want Louis Vutton shit

And the Gucci wallet to carry crayons in

So discounts is a thing of the past

So is CEOs tryna put a thing on my ass

These record labels mad cause they know they can't get me

Cause I don't do threesomes, you can't fuck with me

Nappy Boy ooh wee that's the trademark

And this year I just plan on pulling my face card

Niggas concentrating on keeping they face hard

But I'm a fuck around and take away they face guard

Until then I'm a keep delivering hits out

And keep on playing stupid till niggas figure my shit out

I can't speak on the bus but when the word finally get out

I'll fill a swimming pool with the soda niggas a spit out

[Interlude: Birdman]

Ya understand me, lots full of whips

Bottles and bitches

Ya understand me pocket full of money

Ya understand me G4's and hoes nigga this how we living

Out on the grind all day every muthafuckin' day

We hang out the helicopter doin' fly-by's niggas

Ya understand me over the pacific

Ya understand me big money see we don't stop

Pain let's get it baby

YMCMB all muthafuckin' day

[Verse 3: T-Pain]

Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes

Jamaican bitches in my room doing the hot wine

Winning at all cost

Even if my niggas hit your Beanie Man with this Lady Sawed off

Ha ha, feel the rhythm of the beat bitch

Nappy Boy, the new Miami Heat bitch

Young Frizzle, he done turned on the heat switch

Walk up out of the mansion right up on to the beach, beeatch

Ye ain't never seen another Pain

32 cars you niggas stay in the other lane

Steve Jobs on these broke niggas

Take a good hard look at the motherfucking boat, nigga!

Shit, the rap game being burglarized

Check my certificate you can see that I'm certified

So they won't see it coming when the track hit em

And then I dipped twice-baptism

[Outro: Birdman]

Nigga that's what's happening

Moula crazy

Yeah, blow, blow!