[Intro: T-Pain]
Yo!
Young Fyre
Over the guts
Let's go in brah
Yo
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Suicide doors, naw that was last year
Got suicide hoes bu*t-naked under my cashmere
Drinking full throttle, pulling half a gear
Two-wheel drive on these n***as, Cavalier
Wait till I crank it up, wait till I spazz hard
Then ain't nobody gonn' accept you like a MasterCard
Now ain't that bizarre, you say you from the hood
But nobody believe you so you try to pull the ba*tard card
Naw that sh** don't work in this society
The game got potential but it's lacking the variety
Fans getting bored they don't even wanna buy CD's
n**las ain't selling so they blaming it on piracy
Argh! I'm too hard for the club seats
UFC submission hole I get em off me
The n***as in Tallaha**ee saying I'm off Glee
But the hoes say I'm sick, cough sneeze
[Interlude: Birdman]
Yeah, Birdman, you already know
You understand me?
YMCMB all day everyday
All we do is get money like we do it
Grind hard hustle 24 hours ain't no sleep when we do this sh**
Ain't no care about sleeping
Ain't no clubbing cause we bring that to the studio
Ya understand me?
Just manifesting this game, getting more money than n***as ever been
[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Pennies for my thoughts, dollars for my words
Hundred for the hook, one fifty for the verse
Cause b**h I got kids and they want Louis Vutton sh**
And the Gucci wallet to carry crayons in
So discounts is a thing of the past
So is CEOs tryna put a thing on my a**
These record labels mad cause they know they can't get me
Cause I don't do threesomes, you can't f** with me
Nappy Boy ooh wee that's the trademark
And this year I just plan on pulling my face card
n***as concentrating on keeping they face hard
But I'm a f** around and take away they face guard
Until then I'm a keep delivering hits out
And keep on playing stupid till n***as figure my sh** out
I can't speak on the bus but when the word finally get out
I'll fill a swimming pool with the soda n***as a spit out
[Interlude: Birdman]
Ya understand me, lots full of whips
Bottles and b**hes
Ya understand me pocket full of money
Ya understand me G4's and hoes n***a this how we living
Out on the grind all day every muthaf**in' day
We hang out the helicopter doin' fly-by's n***as
Ya understand me over the pacific
Ya understand me big money see we don't stop
Pain let's get it baby
YMCMB all muthaf**in' day
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes
Jamaican b**hes in my room doing the hot wine
Winning at all cost
Even if my n***as hit your Beanie Man with this Lady Sawed off
Ha ha, feel the rhythm of the beat b**h
Nappy Boy, the new Miami Heat b**h
Young Frizzle, he done turned on the heat switch
Walk up out of the mansion right up on to the beach, beeatch
Ye ain't never seen another Pain
32 cars you n***as stay in the other lane
Steve Jobs on these broke n***as
Take a good hard look at the motherf**ing boat, n***a!
sh**, the rap game being burglarized
Check my certificate you can see that I'm certified
So they won't see it coming when the track hit em
And then I dipped twice-baptism
[Outro: Birdman]
n***a that's what's happening
Moula crazy
Yeah, blow, blow!