[DJ Drama]   Young Money all stars on the way   Put the party in the bag now hand it over      [Lil Wayne]   Wait a minute   Wait a minute   Wait a minute   See I ain’t know you were gunna do this one.   Ight, Now you motherfuckers happy huh?   That’s what y’all you been wantin’ huh?   Okay, Okay,   Go ahead Drama       [DJ Drama]   See I don’t wanna be the Mixtape king no more,   More like the Mixtape President,   Barak Odrama!   It was definitely time for change,   I mean the game been dry   So, I figured we going for re-election   So, Me and Wayne gon’ keep runnin’   So y'all niggas can fly      [Lil Wayne]   This a big E beat,    And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat   Yeahh, hehe    You can get pork chopped,    Young money bitch    Let the champagne cork pop,   I will bat your man,   Now go tell her short stop   Okay bitch, You do the wop    Well bitch, I do the guap   Okay man, You do the drop   Well man, I do the yacht   You pull up in parking lots   I pull up the dock like   Yeahhh   Macaroni greens and hamhocks,    I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock,    Rock...   To my own tune,    Lil tune   My stomach hurtin’   My shit is dropping real soon   Kill whom and whoever for whatever   That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters    Now you spell it   I say Young Money bitch forever,    And we better than all these mothafuckas up in this era   Know'm talkin bout?   Yeah   I tell my niggas pick the target out,    And then I quickly pick the target off   Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,    And being fake is pussy so nigga, I’m a virgin   Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I’m a surgeon   Cleaner than some brand new detergent   Ya heard me?   And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie    Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.’s Birdy)      [Shanell]   I love the skin that I’m in   Goose pimples couldn’t shake me up out of the Y.M.   That Yack,   That Goose,   That Tron,   That Gin   Got a couple girls crackin’   Let the party begin   I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on   If it ain’t trickin’ cuz you got it   What you trippin’ on?   See, I’m a spoiled chick   You frontin’ niggas hatin’ me up with   But my crew holdin’ duffle bags bitches       [Lil Twist]   Rockin on the scene   And yeah, I hit my duggy   I D-Town boogy   Now the girls really love me    V.I.C. to Vic   Yeah, They both got silly   Lil Twist, I get silly   I’m the king of the city   Young Money, Young Mullah   Yeah, The kid in this thang   Grown men in this game   Can’t compete with me mayne   Especially    When I pull up in that candy red    (54’s on the dash sittin’ next to Lil Wayne)   I’m a beast   I’m a dog   Yeah, Yeah I rap harder   Mic in my hand   I run like Marion Barber   You haters on the sidelines   And I be a starter   Going Bad on you kids like I’m Reginae Carter   That’s my little sister if you boys didn’t know   (Wait)   That’s Weezy’s daughter   (So don’t mess with her bro!)   Cuz we’ll come find you in all kinds of cars   Signin’ out   Young Money, D-town’s All Star      [Tyga]   Its Tyga   No lion   I’m eating   No Diner   This species   Don’t diet   Every milla fish Friday   Squad deep   Like the white guy from Verizon   Gator righteous   So its only right you meet the fugitive   John Mcgiver   Teenager   School cyhphers   I was too nicer   Than them no liscence,   You gets no high-fivin’   Nigga, Roll the damn dices   Touché   My word play touchés from the colour great   My kick game so unreal   They say them colours must be fake   Never been made   MTV, I make   Quake your very eyesight   My fame’s no mistake   Since the deal   Steak dinner everyday   For the movie   My life is like a Compton Play   You can see it   Nearly breathe it   From a couple feet away   But stay away   Cuz I don’t   Get along   With them tag-along   Let me   Get on a song   Period gone   I’m off the hook like cordless phones   My identity so right   They think its wrong   G.E.D. Young Money   Finish strong, so I’m a keep goin’   My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face   Like my skin was leather made   Leatherman Louis   You ain’t never seen   Like a nun booty   None before me   After   Its only boys   Tyga man   I do it for the hatin’ homies      [DJ Drama]   Shout to Hollygrove   Shout to the A-town   304 wassup!   Shout to Harlem   Philly wassup!