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Welcome to the
you deposit Young Money, and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi, the
And from the vault, is Busta Bust

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
Swag mania, pop that goes
Carry the most beautiful
With us, toast
the faculty close
Gross want me, them a dose
Got them ODing, leaning in coast
Scenery froze, notes, Rock Rolls
that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter
Who fucking us?
We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows, spilling rivers
the street, hoping niggas' swimming is moving gorillas
King Kongs, Godzillas we roll up
filling niggas, get up when we show up

Uh,
don't throw up
Hold liquor, grow up
If you niggas, we going to show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars, it's the Rap Czar, tuck your in
My niggas like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
You never win, thin, walking crack in your shin
She gives in every time I spin
Square up, bow to the kings of the hall
We wade on, talk shit while we
So what's cracking with

Made in New York, and the slick talking of the order [?]
Call the reporter, stepping like the walkers
swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it
Get into it steadily. God, I'm stupid, so undisputed
Act fool, back tool, until pop off
Police crowd up the street, blocking off, locking them off
Got these niggas wilding I signal my soldiers
Posting it up, maintaining composure, staying on the
bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
See how we up shit, nigga, call the promoter
And tell that nigga the bag, better hurry up with it
And count the money up proper, you can get it

It good, don't it?
It good, don't it?
Hey, I want to let yall
Hey, hey
I want to let yall
Yeezy
And you listening to

Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up and go
Good times, difference, niggas making your dough
is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain, folding the up
You dead and done rip up paper, cause your status is none
on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge [?]
You're a single, cause you wouldn't engage
Turnt up with the on the cup, you keep the goggles[?] with us

See how we push sometimes man forget cuff, him the head
Boop-be-de-de-boff,
him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf!"
Whop!
Beat a till he drop, piggity-poof!
Oxy in me
He don't no problem with niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our
Dammit, we sinners when me and are together, see we deliver
She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit we
Pillaging rap shit, homie, they know
everything until it's time for me to go
That's when I it with a blow
And then I and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleeding, you take it from me!

Incredibly we do it, and it the music
I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be
It's for niggas and naughty for ninas
and ballerinas
Ballers and
non-believers and over-achievers
Kicking it in paisley[?]
Aliz in liters
All of you must reconcile a
She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude
But never a scandal, me and Busta came to handle, we gentlemen

Not to mention, veterans
Second, he need some
Before I as he get off my premises
Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass
But again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements
See me doing it
It's never getting no better this
Giving your shit to convince a better
Watch me turn them to
See how I and bring out the betterness?
is with it and I rep the foreverness
Flying, United - sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
diamonds, handle them delicate
Now you you a better ref
You peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left