[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda\\]
I'm a Young Money big dawg, barking at you puppies
Great White Shark, feasting on you guppies
[?] count the money, drink is poured, cups is muddy
Young fly boy, n***as hating, but the hoes love me
Wrist [?] pretty, touch it, it get ugly like Shrek
I’m on my Lox shit, Money, Power, Respect
Young Money running this shit like a track team
Act stupid, Guns get pulled like a hamstring
I don't give a damn, you ain't gon’ do a damn thing
Sick my dawgs on you, get jumped like a trampoleen
I'm slick like gasoline, I'm sick, I need a vaccine
I stick to the script, and you n***as stick to acting
I'm HD like a flat screen
All black hoodie, black teeth, pistol hanging out my black jeans
You don't want to start nothing, we gon' have to finish it
What up, my brother Gunna? This that Young Money militia

[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
[?]
[?] around it [?] bandwidth
You n***as ain't hustling, you just middle man licks
Counting cash, pulling hoes, like the ceiling fan switch
I'm ’bout to lose it though
I guess a n***a too cool to blow
Cause all I see is flares, like I’m shopping in the Louie store
Been in the game for years, and I ain't changed a bit
I sware these lames is weird, like Al Yankovic
I’m riding something with the roof missing
You probably underneeth the [?]
Getting your hair shampooed and bleeched
I'm calling plays like the coach, [?] reach
[?] Gudda, Mack [?] the streets
[?] we turning all you goons to [?]
You lil n***as tryna spoon with freaks
Stick a fork in it, you best believe the game over, soon as Short in it
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Gunsmoke, South Bronks, iggas blowing blunt smoke
Drama never [?] Lama make his sons moap
[?] went and snatched him a peronna with the Pun flow
Fucke thinking 'bout the ddesigner, this a gun coat
Stunna Man, it's Lil Gunna Man
Shout [?] got the lil n***as pitching underhand
Fuck rock scissors, paper rubber band
We with the real n***as, they in the motherland
Take over the show, like a cover band
Take over your ho, ike the other man
Seek another plan, tryna run for cover, damn
[?]

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I been a beast since I was wearing footies
Playing footsies
Now I be in K.O.D., Magic City and Tootsies
Hopped on a Young Money train, look where it took me
Now I only worry ’bout what the chef gon' cook me
Haters say they can't find me when they look me up
Your head down, you're depressed, boy, you should be looking up
I do it B.I.G., n***a I'm Brooklyn tough
Bring something to the table, stop hollaring "hook me up"
Cash Money Mike Jackson, smooth criminal
Grinding on the streets, till I got blue jenitals
On a track I can go nuts, huge jenitals
[?] 5 star general
I ain't reached my pinical
I'm a walking mearical
Get at you in a physical, and haunt you in the spiritual
Never had no fear of you, never shed no tears [?]
No palm palms, I ain't never cheer with you