Lyrics:

(Pl-Pl-Play-N, Play-N, Play-N-Skillz)
Yeah, yeah
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo, uh-huh)
Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah)
You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah)
Yeah
Haha, yeah (Uh-huh)
Young (Ayy-hey)
Young, Young, Young, Young Mula, baby

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it, like (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way
If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright)

Now, I was bouncin' through the club
She love the way I Diddy-bop
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked
Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out
And we so 'bout it, 'bout it, now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
'Young Money, Lil Wayne,' then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, Young Money

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it, then, throw it like (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly) that-a-way (Fly, yeah)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way
If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly, come on)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly, come on)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Streets)

It go one for the money (Yeah), two for the show (Yeah)
Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris)
Like some clap-on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clappin' all night in this bitch (Uh-huh)
Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh)
Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smilin' (Uh)
He mugging, who cares?
'Cause my goons are right here
Like it's nothin' to a big dog
And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains
I'm in so much ice, they yell, 'Skate, Wayne'
She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne

If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly, uh-huh)
This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly, uh-huh)
This-a-way (Fly, uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah)
If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, uh)
Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like—

Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy
And everybody say
'Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?'
Bring a umbrella, please bring a umbrella
'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy
Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick
But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it
You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick
And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit
So Rolex watch this, I do it, four-five-six
My click-clack goes the black four-fifth
And just like it, I'll blow that shit
'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like 'Tick, tick,' biatch

If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah)
Then take it out your pocket and show it, then throw it like (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way
If you gettin' mugged from everybody you see
Then hang over the wall of the VIP like
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way (Fly)
This-a-way (Fly), that-a-way

Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh

Um, Young Mula, baby, hahaha