[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah, bigger than life, YMCMB
Flashy life, yeah - BLAAAT~!
[Hook: Game]
Red everything, red Bentley
Chop a n***a down and tell his momma red sent me
Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherf**er?
Same color as your insides motherf**er
You know we bang money, bang bang bang money
Holla at you soo woo, that's the new slang dummy
And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags
For the money motherf**er, Wall Street cash
[Birdman]
Red Jag, hop in with my red flag
Pretty red b**h, with my teeth tatt
Highly respected, stuntin' in my digital dash
Stay fly out the pawn Young Money Cash
We bang money, bang bang bang money
Cash Money Young Money b**h we flip cash
Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash
Tommy guns, AKs n***a spit and dash
High life, carbine with a extra mag
Hit the curve, bad b**h n***a dick and dash
My life has never been the same since the cash
My life ain't been the same since I bust his a**
Tear drop gangster, high life gangster
Cash Money Young Money b**h we the gangsters (believe dat)
You find me on the chopper
With my chopper non-stopper, check the roof b**h already chop em
We laughing to the bank b**h
High life, more money in the bank b**h
You know we do it 24's, sh**
More hoes out the pound when we blow b**h
[Hook]
[Game]
Run up on this Bentley, wish a motherf**er would
I leave yo a** in Louisiana off in the woods
Choppa Sinister City, bad boy since the Diddy
And my Phantom like a strip club - a** and titties
I f** rats, top models and regular hoes
Take a ball player b**h and that's in my regular clothes
And you could have her back, I don't swear hoes
I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac
Tear drop gangster, only got one
But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my Louis Vuitton
All red Yeezy's, yeah the flame edition
The say I'm out of my mind like I got a c**aine addiction
Cause when I was young I had Young Money
n***as try to stretch me out so I tatted it on my tummy
Never been a scholar, far from a dummy
But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming
Yeah, and we bang money, bang bang bang money
50 round drum a n***a try to take this chain from me
You was go and k** me I'd already be dead
Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherf**er red
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Cincinnati reds hat, tilt that b**h to the right
You know how them bullets travel, motherf**er book a flight
Choppa made them n***as dance, motherf**in' boogie nights
All of you s**as p**y, none of you p**y's tight
I rep that red flag, that's right that red flag
I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash
I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans
I'm with a bad b**h, with a red a**
Talk crazy n***a, highway to heaven
Automatic start, automatic weapon
Momma need a dress, you gon' need a reverend
I let Marley shoot 'em, cause I'm an convicted felon
Sharp shooter n***a, yeah, shots perfect
You ever gargle blood? Bubble up and burp it
I'm in that new coupe, bald head n***a
I'm Piru, all red n***a
[Outro: The Game] + (Birdman)
EEEEEEEY~! (yeah, this that uptown cla**ic)
Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (swagga flashy life)
Yeah, we paint the town red (5 Star G)
I tell em motherf**ers, EEEEEEEY~! (ya understand me? YMCMB)
Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (high life, bigger than life)
Yeah, we paint the town red (C4, yeah, hit yo town)
Tell 'em holla at me (hit yo' town in these whips)
(Sun shining - BLAAAT~!)
(Yeah, like new money; one hunnid)