[Verse 1: YG]
Im talkin bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my mas house
Front you with that work
(I done fronted niggas work)
You say you want that head up
But we dont fight fair brah
Catch you slippin from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon stomp you out
(Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli pokin out, 4 Fizzy pokin out
Death Row days show you what this West Coast about
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Id die for my motherfuckin nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin nigga
On the stand Id lie for my motherfuckin nigga
Rob a bank, Id drive for my motherfuckin nigga
Real talk, I dont really fuck with too many niggas
Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin to the bank like the fuckin money tickle
Drivin somethin that you aint, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro
Dont beef over no ho
And my niggas sell them keys if you cant open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin niggas
When it rains it pours, its dry for me and my fuckin niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the trigger
And with my little finger to you niggas
I swear its fuck all yall niggas
Except my niggas
Tunechi!
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]
I said that Imma ride for my motherfuckin nigga
Most likely Imma die with my finger on the trigger
Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I aint goin in unless Im with my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My motherfuckin niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin niggas
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we aint fuckin with the liquor
Im a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
She keep liking all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have em screamin “Caine get up"
Same nigga from the bottom aint a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins screamin "money aint a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim blood
And if homie aint my homie than I know it aint love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid,” YG thats my nigga
Cause I been in the field life on the line with him
And if its really good, why I prolly die with em
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak hit em
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I dont know, is it me or its your thirst, nigga?
You nig, you niggas aint got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you aint got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "dont cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then its floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my bitches
Im so fuckin rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My niggas
[Hook]
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
New York to Compton
Got YG with me so dont get stomped in
Yall know who the fuck it is
See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch
And when you come out, its gon burn you bitches like
You better get your motherfuckin oven mitt, bitch!
Yung Mula baby!
