Lyrics:

Bitch I'm back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the DJ run it back,

Bitch I'm back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
I'm so young but I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
I'm a fuckin' shame huh? yeah I know yeah I know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And I go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than I do my hoes yes I doess,
I got gasoline comin' out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
I'm a eastside blood,
And I don't smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when I'm talkin',
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when I'm walkin',
I boast 'cause I'm ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When I'm on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You ain't satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin' you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
That's when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where I stand,
Where I stand... and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You ain't a man you're a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin' funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin' big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, I don't know karate, but after the brain, I kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo yeaa,
I'm the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel...
I'm tha ventriloquist,
And if I ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when I'm done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and I'm above average,
I'm a crazy ass star like a fuckin' asterick,
You niggas can't see me, I'm on my casper shit,
Runnin' so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, I juss bag a bitch,
And you know I'm gonna score like Deion after picks,
I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut I did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped... yeah...
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it, we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there ain't no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...