Lay It Down Album Version (Edited)

Turn The music Up. Y-M-C-M-B, just call me Tunechi Lee. I be with niggas that shoot police. I keep that iron, you could get creased. And if she say she didn't fuck, she lying Through your teeth. They say it cost to be The boss, the ones in jail wish they were Free. Just call me high C, because I'm high As you can see. Niggas say they paid their Dues while 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 go Ham if it's beef. 'Cause all my niggas well-rounded, don't fuck with None of these square niggas. Mask on, ghost face killer. Draw down, then erase niggas. I'm a blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California. I hit it sideways, corner corner. Then she catch that nut like pneumonia, Lil Tunechi. Lay it down. Lay it down. Lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down. Nigga, lay it down, lay it down, lay it Down, Lay it down. Put the money on the couch. Give me everything up in your house. Shut your mouth. Put the money on the couch. Give me everything up in your house. Shut your mouth. Yeah. Start it up, vroom vroom. Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom. Unless I get the brain, pum pum, or she Let a nigga run and get the gang on The train, zoom zoom. Trying to get paid too Soon. One deep, one sweep away in the Room Broom. We getting money over here talking shit, Fucking bitches. I don't know what the fuck they Doing to him. My syrup purple, my turf Earth. My birth circle, I 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 gonna harm much. Hijack y'all son prom bus. Ain't no retreat, but my arms up. No graffiti, my bomb's up. It's Young Money and this shit selling, that ain't Going. If you wanna set it off, what you Wanna bet it on? I'm betting the wedding's off When everything wedded on. Point him out, truck your Life. Fuck your style. Fuck with me, you a bucket foul. Nigga, fuck your smile. 'Fore I duck you pal, You better duck your pal. Lay it, Yeah. Lay it down. And I smoke. Lay it down. Lay it down. Lil Tunechi. Lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down. Uh, yo. Shawty, what's your name? Is you tricking? Is you paying? Is you sniffing on that cane? 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. Came out the pink Vattel. Give up her money, hi fella. Bad little hoe, high yeller. Brand new Rollie, sky dweller. Just left from Dubai. Flew private, aight. I made a million dollars, swear 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 Mike Cochran. Losing ain't no option. I'm teaching bitches my doctrine. The Maybach ain't popping if it ain't got a Partition. 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. What's wrong with you niggas? I don't give a fuck. you don't hear me, You don't see me, bitch, you gonna feel me. Young Money. Young Money, Niggas. Young, Young. Lay it down, lay it down. Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down. Lay it down. Ah.