[Verse 1: Yung Money]
Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some niggas feel thats irrelavent cause they still peddlin this medicine but anyway anyday I cuzzerk I quick and make my semi spray just to blow your men away stiff arm my bery tight but it stay like a penetray yung money we outta school but we got chemistry young spitta young man young cop young mall taspo we dont pass the rock nigga we ball hard mash low in the escalade nigga yall all fall jack yo fresh ass caddy and steal yo white walls nigga we dont like yall hell yeah we will fight yall we aint on no tyson shit we aint tryna bite yall knuckin if you buckin probably bust it at yo cousin our yungin thats bout sumtin yall niggas aint bout nuttin
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga we bustin and bustin to the banga bust no we dont run for the olympics but the flame with us I got that tustin that scummy and that angel dust so pick yo high I will supply and correct changes wussup we bringin bustin we bustin like this thang for us you niggas is sleevless man you cant hang with us i got a bitch who speak spanglish she keep her bankles danglin and the cocaine is right up in the anus owanus right up in the spot where he suppost to B got over at the game and now he coaching me but I been a champion happy as i ever been wampin in the hamptons like what the fuck is hammock the chef up in the kitchen like what the fuck is a samich im like we got a fine middle grind we need balance challenge me i be to my advantage im outstanding like standing outside up in a twista and walking I damage standing outside in a blizzard and walking high hand it serving nicklebacks in Iraq bet i will not panic swerve the nickelback if i wrack bet i will not panic cop another one the next day and driving crazier the seats will be lazier shit will be gravier nina sarafina my girl so then i baby her wavin her at two crazy fu gazzys im to brazzy three brazzys dee we got 3-80s and p-80s 9s 9s m-10s m-1s and 12 gauges shell cases money put up for jail cases bail make it my momma say tuck ya chain son theyll take I hit with one of them stail faces LIKE Ill be dammed momma they know who i am momma im still your Lil' boy but to them im the man momma fuck with ya boy man holly grew the hood nigga throw in ya face till you get that understood
[Verse 3: Yung Money]
Niggas know im heavy with the colt with the colt in a Impala SS and it sittin heavy on the spokes never am i broke man im playin with some change I get a nigga soaked like he playin in the rain and everywhere i go a hoe stayin in my chain im the most valueable player in the game these haters wanna ride because i got more kicks then niggas with black belts in karate keep her real bone with a real nice body just copped the lac and a yellow mazarati niggas aint fuckin wit the don when yung money shoppin we dont leave nuttin in the mall these niggas aint as rich as us man ya rims to small get your mothafuckin inches up cause i copped me a Benz today just to go on 106th and park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ
YUP!!!!