[Verse 1: Mack Maine]

Young Maine for President

I'll probably paint the White House black if it was my residence

Bush back in office, some niggas feel that's irrelevant

Cause they still pedalin' this medicine, but anyway, anyday

I can zurk off quick and make my semi spray

Send some of my men away just to blow your men away

Stephon Marbury type bullets, they like the penetrate

Young Money, we outta school, but we got chemistry

Young Spitta, Young Maine, Young Cop, Young Mobb, Tez Poe

We don't pass the rock nigga, we ball hog

Mad slow in the Escalade nigga, y'all all fall

Jack your fresh ass Caddy and steal your white walls

Nigga, we don't like y'all

Hell yeah, we will fight y'all

We ain't on no Tyson shit

We ain't tryna' bite y'all

Knuckin' if you buckin', probably bustin' at your cousin

We youngins' that's bout something

Y'all niggas ain't 'bout nothin'

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Nigga we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss

No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us

I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust

So pick your high, I will supply and correct changes, what's up

We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us

You niggas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us

I got a bitch who speak Spanglish

She keep her bangles danglin'

And the cocaine is right up in her anus

Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to

Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin'

Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been

Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fuck is a hammock

The chef up in the kitchen like, what the fuck is a sammich

I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance

Challenge me, that be to my advantage

I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged

Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed

Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic

Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic

Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier

The seats will be lazier, shit'll be gravier

Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her

Wavin' at her at two crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, three brazees deep

We got .380s and P80

.99s, M-10s and M1s and 12 gauges

Shell cases, money put up for jail cases, bail make it

My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it

I hit her with one of them stale faces, like

I'll be damned momma, they know who I am momma

I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma

Fuck with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nigga

Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood

[Verse 3: Curren$y]

Niggas know I'm heavy with the coke, with the coke

In the Impala SS and sittin' heavy on the spokes

Never am I broke man, I'm playin with some change

I get a nigga soaked like he playing in the rain

And everywhere I go, a ho starin' at my chain

I'm the most valuable player in the game

All these haters wanna ride me

Cause I got more kicks than niggas with black belts in karate

Keep a redbone with a real nice body

Just copped a 'Lac and a yellow Maserati

Niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg

When Young Money shoppin', we don't leave nothing in the mall

These niggas ain't as rich as us

Man your rims too small, get your motherfucking inches up

Cause I copped me a Benz today

Just to go on 106 & Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ

Yeah