(intense instrumental music)
- [Man] He won't wake!
- Give him the kit.
- [Man] He won't wake up!
- Dunk him.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
♪ Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch ♪
♪ Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch ♪
♪ Ahem Excuse my charisma,
vodka with a spritzer ♪
♪ Swagger down pat,
call my shit Patricia ♪
♪ Young Money militia, and
I am the commissioner ♪
♪ You don't wanna start Weezy,
'cause the F is for finisher ♪
♪ So misunderstood, but what's
a world without enigma ♪
♪ Two bitches at the same
time, synchronized swimmers ♪
♪ Got the girl twisted 'cause
she open when you twist her ♪
♪ Never met the bitch, but I
fuck her like I missed her ♪
♪ Life is the bitch, and
death is her sister ♪
♪ Sleep is the cousin, we're
a fuckin' family picture ♪
♪ You know Father Time, and
we all know Mother Nature ♪
♪ It's all in the family,
but I am of no relation ♪
♪ No matter who's buying,
I'm a celebration ♪
♪ Black and white diamonds,
fuck segregation ♪
♪ Fuck that shit, my money up,
you niggas just Honey Nut ♪
♪ Young Money running shit, and
you niggas just runner-ups ♪
♪ I don't feel I done enough ♪
♪ so I'ma keep on doing this shit ♪
♪ Lil Tunechi or Young TunaFish ♪
Ha.
♪ Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch ♪
Yeah
♪ Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch ♪
I'm going 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 seeing through
these niggas like sequins ♪
♪ Niggas think they
He-Men, pow, pow, the end ♪
♪ Talking to myself because
I am my own consultant ♪
♪ Married to the money, fuck
the world, that's adultery ♪
♪ You full of shit, you close your mouth ♪
♪ And let yo ass talk ♪
♪ Young Money eating, all
you haters do is add salt ♪
♪ Stop playing, bitch, I
got this game on deadbolt ♪
♪ Mind so sharp, I fuck
around and cut my head off ♪
♪ Real nigga all day and tomorrow ♪
♪ But these mu'fuckers talking
crazy like they jaw broke ♪
♪ Glass half empty, half
full, I'll spill ya ♪
♪ Try me and run into a wall, outfielder ♪
♪ You know I'ma ball 'til they
turn off the field lights ♪
♪ The fruits of my labor, I
enjoy 'em while they still ripe ♪
♪ Bitch, stop playing,
I do it like a king do ♪
♪ If these niggas animals,
then I'm a have a mink soon ♪
♪ Tell 'em bitches I say
put my name on the wall ♪
♪ I speak the truth, 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 nothing, you
don't know the half of it ♪
♪ Young Money, Cash Money ♪
♪ Paper chasing, tell that paper, ♪
♪ Look, I'm right behind ya ♪
♪ Bitch, 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 niggas are gelatin,
peanuts to an elephant ♪
♪ I got through that sentence
like a subject and a predicate ♪
♪ Yeah, with a swag you would kill for ♪
♪ Money too strong,
pockets on bodybuilder ♪
♪ Jumped in a wishing
well, now wish me well ♪
♪ Tell 'em kiss my ass,
call it kiss and tell ♪
♪ 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,
bitch, 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 flow like Luda ♪
♪ Bitch, I flow like scuba,
bitch, I'm bold like Cuba ♪
♪ And I keep a killer ho, she
gon' blow right through ya ♪
♪ I be macking, 'bout my stacking,
now I pack like a mover ♪
♪ Shout to ratchet for backing
out on behalf of my shooter ♪
♪ Niggas think they high as I,
I come laugh at your ruler ♪
♪ Cash Money cold, bitch,
but our actions is cooler ♪
♪ Wayne, these niggas out they mind ♪
♪ I done told these fuck
niggas, so many times ♪
♪ That I keep these
bucks steady on my mind ♪
♪ Tuck these, I fuck these
on your mind, pause ♪
♪ To feed them, on my grind,
gonna need a little luck ♪
♪ Keep throwing my sign in the middle ♪
♪ Hit 'em up, piece on my side, ♪
♪ 'cause ain't no peace
on my side, bitch ♪
♪ I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad ♪
♪ Tune told me to, I'm shooting
when the funeral outside ♪
♪ I'm uptown, thoroughbred,
a BX nigga, ya heard ♪
♪ Gunna ♪
♪ Gunna ♪
♪ Gunna ♪
♪ Gunna ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Gimme money manana ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
