Lyrics:

Hey Mr. Tally Man, tally me banana
Daylight come and we wan' go home
Day me say day me say day me say day-o
Daylight come and we wan' go home
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Ahem
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call me young Patricia
Young money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Two jiggas at the same time, synchronized swimmers (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Got the man twisted cause he open when you twist him (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Never met the guy, but i treat him like i missed him (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)
Life is the witch, and death is her sister (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
Sleep is the cousin, what an awkward family picture (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, forget segregation
Screw that boo, my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Young money running this and you jiggas just runner-ups (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
I don't feel I done enough, so i'ma keep on doing this stuff (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)
Yeah

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Okay)
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (I'm going back in)

Yo, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these jiggas animals, then i'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em peoples i say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And i call it like i see it, and my glasses on (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
But most of y'all don't see the picture 'less the flash is on (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Young money, cash money (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)
Paper chasing, tell that paper, 'look, I'm right behind ya' (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
Yo, real g's move in silence like lasagna (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Man of my dreams, i don't sleep already find ya
You jiggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Tell 'em kiss my butt, call it kiss and tell (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)

Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Yo imma scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, yo, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you jiggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of gunz, Son of Sam, you jiggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the floor like Luda (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Yo, I flow like scuba, yo, i'm bald like Cuba (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
And I keep it killer though, I'ma gon' blow right through ya (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now i pack like a mover (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
Jiggas think they high as I, I could laugh at your ruler
Cash money cold, yo, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these jiggas out they mind
I done told these stupid jiggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I tuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, cause ain't no peace on my side, oh (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
I'm that girl, I visit bathroom lines abroad (Na, oh na na, na, oh na na)
Tune told me to, i'm shooting when the funeral outside (Na, oh na na, oh oh-oh)
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a GX jigga, ya know?
Gunna, Gunna, yeah

Daylight come and we wan' go home (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)
Daylight come and we wan' go home (Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch)