Lay It Down lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Cut the music up

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
YMCMB, b*tches call me "Tunechi Li"
I be with n*ggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't f*ck—b*tch, you're lying through your teeth
They say, "It cost to be the boss"
The ones in jail wish they were free
n*ggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high, as you can see
n*ggas say they paid they dues; well, I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that b*tch, "Who but me?"
Got your b*tch bent over, n*gga—hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my n*ggas well rounded
Don't f*ck with none of these square n*ggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase n*ggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways: caddy-corner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Lay it down, ho (Haha), lay it down, b*tch
Lay it down, ho, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch, n*gga
Give me everything up in your house, n*gga, shut your mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch n*gga
Give me everything up in your house, n*gga, shut your mouth, n*gga (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
Start it up: vroom, vroom
Uppercut a b*tch out the bus: boom, boom
Unless I get the brain: pum-pum
She let a n*gga run and get the gang, run a train: zoom-zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room-room
We getting money over here, talking sh*t and f*cking b*tches
I don't know what the f*ck they doing, Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I squirt-murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much
Hijack y'all some prom bus; ain't no retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this sh*t until a n*gga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when e'erything wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk your life, f*ck your style
f*ck with me, you a bucket foul
n*ggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile
You better duck it, pal

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj]
Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down b*tch (And I smoke)
Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi)
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Shawty, what's your name? Is you trickin'? Is you paying?
Is you sniffin' on that 'caine? What the f*ck, is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money, I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it)
Came out the bank—Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!"
Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller
Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God, that ain't no lie
I said, them n*ggas was popping, fake n*ggas be watching
My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching b*tches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no par-tah-tion
Oops, I mean "partition"; it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you b*tches audition
I said, "Oops, I mean 'partition,; it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you b*tches audition," hehehe

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne]
f*ck wrong with you b*tches?
I don’t give a f*ck
You don’t hear me, you don’t see me—b*tch, you gon' feel me, ho
Young Money, Young, Young Money n*gga
Young, Young—lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, aah!
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net