You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it

We onnnn

Cause we onnnnn

Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G bro

Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should know

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

And uhhhh, my real friends never hearin’ from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused

I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars I never get to use

Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole

Plus I been sippin’ so this shit is movin’ kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it

We onnn

It’s Young Money motherfucker

If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?

I got my gun in my boo purse

And I don’t bust back because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train

Yes I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names

And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games

Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change

And I smoke ’til I got chest pains

And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James

Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne

I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin’ plane

Skinny pants and some Vans

Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen

As the world spin and dance in my hands

Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand

Uh, wake up and smell the pussy

You niggas can’t see me, but never overlook me

I’m on a paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me

Yeah, and I ain’t a killer but don’t push me

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it

We onnn

It’s Young Money motherfucker

If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?

I got my gun in my boot purse

And I don’t bust back because I shoot first

How do he say what’s never said?

Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red

Limpin’ off tour cause I made more off my second leg

Motherfuckin’ Birdman Junior, eleventh grade

Ball on automatic start

I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw

Wildcat offense, check the paw prints

We in the building, you niggas in apartments

Uh, no-now c’mon be my blood donor

Flow so nice, you ain’t gotta put a rug on her

Do it big and let the small fall under that

Damn, where you stumbled at?

From where they make gumbo at

Kane got the fuckin’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack

And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack

Hip Hop I’m the heart of that, nigga nothin’ short of that

President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Uhh

Now tell me how you love it

You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it

We onnn

It’s Young Money motherfucker

If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it motherfucker

Alright

Now somebody show some money in this bitch

And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (soo woo)

And I got my gun in my boot purse

And I don’t bust back because I shoot first

Yeah

We onnn

Young Mu-Young Mula baby