Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six-six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, Vodka with a Spritzer Swagger down pat, call my s- 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? Two b- at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her Never met the b- but I F'd her like I missed her Life is the bi- and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a f- family picture You know Father Time, 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, f- segregation F- that sh-, my money up, you just-just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n- just runner ups I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this sh- Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch (yeah) Six-six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch (I'm going back in, okay) I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But h- gon' be h- so, I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swear man, I be seeing through these n- like sequins Think-think-think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f- the world, that's adultery You full of s-, you close your mouth and let yo a- talk Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real n- all day and tomorrow But these motherf- talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labour, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe B-, stop playing, I do it like a king do If these ni- animals then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches 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 But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money, uh Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" B-, real G's move in silence like Lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta, kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her You niggas 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 Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my a- call it kiss and tell Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now, all I want is hits, b- Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n- that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n- the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me and you'll be all over the flow like Luda B- I flow like scuba, b- I'm bald like Cuba And I keep a killer, she-she-she gon' blow right through ya I be macking 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter N- think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these-these out they mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwin' my sign in the middle Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'Cause ain't no peace on my side I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-, ya heard? Gunna