Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz, Nicki Minaj - Lay It Down lyrics

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YMCMB, bitches call me "Tunechi Li"
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck bitch
You're lying through your teeth
They say, "It cost to be the boss"
The ones in jail wish they were free
Niggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high
As you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues well
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'll
Go ham if it's beef


'Cause all my niggas well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah
Draw down and erase niggas i'm a Blood
Is you a blood donor? Swisher
Full of that California
I hit it sideways: caddy-corner
Then she catch that nut
Like pneumonia Lil Tunechi!

Lay it down, ho (Haha) , lay it down, bitch
Lay it down, ho, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch, nigga
Give me everything up in your
House, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Give me everything up in your
House, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga
(yeah)

Start it up: vroom, vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom
Unless I get the brain: pum-pum
She let a nigga run and get the gang
Run a train: zoom-zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room-room
We getting money over here
Talking shit and fucking bitches
I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune
My syrup purple, my turf
Earth, my birth circle, i'll 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 gone harm much
Hijack y'all some prom bus ain't no
Retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit until
A nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off
What you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off
When e'erything wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk your life
Fuck your style
Fuck with me, you a bucket foul
Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile
You better duck it, pal

Lay it down ho
(yeah) , lay it down bitch (And I smoke)
Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi)
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down (Hahaha, mhm)

Shawty, what's your name? Is you
Trickin'? Is you paying?
Is you sniffin' on that
'caine? 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 (Tipping it)
Came out the bank Bye, teller!"
Give a bum money "Hi, fella!"
Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie
Sky Dweller
Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye
I made a million dollars, swear to 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 my Cochran losing ain't no option
I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin
If it ain't got no par tah-tion
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, " hehehe

Fuck wrong with you bitches?
I don’t give a fuck
You don’t hear me, you don’t see
Me bitch, you gon' feel me, ho
Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga
Young, Young lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, aah!