Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my s**t Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don`t want 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 f**k her like I missed her

Life is the bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f**kin` family picture
You know father time, 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, f**k segregation

F**k that s**t, my money up, you ni**as just Honey Nut
Young Money running s**t and you ni**as just runner ups
I don`t feel I done enough so I`ma keep on doing this s**t
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
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 ni**as like sequins
Ni**as think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end

Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f**k the world, that`s adultery
You full of s**t, 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 f**k around and cut my head off
Real ni**a all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf**kas 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 ni**as animals then I`ma 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 G`s 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 ni**as 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 ni**as that`s tryin` to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you ni**as 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 bald 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
Ni**as think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

Wayne, these ni**as out they mind
I done told these f**k ni**as, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f**k these on your mind, pause

To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love?
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 ni**a, ya heard?
Gunna