Lay It Down (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz) - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

Hey, you, jump in this ride It's real nice, and slippery inside Wise guy, come get this pie Ri-ri-ri-ride it in style Said it a minute ago, I did it a minute ago I drop it, I pick it up slow, I want it, I kick it though 'Cause they know that I got that good shit Said I'm bad, but I could be a good bitch Squeeze my body, rock my body Boy, you make me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Please, my body, heal my body Boy, you make me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go (We gon') Hey, stranger over there I'm really liking that way You whip it, whip it Yeah, I want you everyday You're so right, you're so tight You got my world spinning You got my world spinning My head goes 'round and around 'Round and around, now I'm thinking If we could be, stranger what you say? I'm really liking that way You whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it (uh) Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Oh, is that my cue? I'm looking for some brain to boost my IQ I'm like 5'2, my SAT scores was high too But I don't mean to brag I Louis Vuitton bagged 'em Hopped out the jag proceeded to sha-shag 'em Slim, trim, also light skin, so Pe-Pe-Peter put the pipe in Squeeze my body, rock my body Boy, you make me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Please, my body, heal my body Boy, you make me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go (We gon') Hey, stranger over there I'm really liking that way You whip it, whip it Yeah, I want you everyday You're so right, you're so tight You got my world spinning You got my world spinning My head goes 'round and around 'Round and around, now I'm thinking If we could be, stranger what you say? I'm really liking that way You whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it (uh) Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, me go

Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, r-r-radiator (That was a earthquake, bitch!) Shitted on 'em (You felt the ground shake, right?) Man, I just shitted on 'em (You bitches ain't fucking with her!) Shitted on 'em P-p-p-put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (You must've lost your fucking mind) Shitted on 'em (You must've bumped your fucking head!) Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (Aaaah!) Yo, this stone is flawless, F-F-F1 I keep shooters up top in the F1 A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to eff one But I'mma eat them rap bitches when the chef come Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-throw some fresh one's More talent in my mu'fuckin' left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb You ain't my son, you my mu'fuckin' step-son (I don't know what layaway look like) Shitted on 'em (Bitch, I can't even spell welfare) Man, I just shitted on 'em (You got me mistaken with your mother, ho) Shitted on 'em (You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole) Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (We at the top bitch - She flopped!) Shitted on 'em (Louis Vuitton everything, bitch!) Man, I just shitted on 'em (Gucci - we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker!) Shitted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches - Ahhhh Man!) All these bitches is my sons (sons) And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix Bitch, I get money so I do's what I pleases I live where the muthafuckin pools and the trees is Broke bitches so crusty (disgust me) G-g-g-gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff-b Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me (ew!) I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the terminator Bitch talk slick, I'mma have to terminate her These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator Y-y-you my seed, I spray you with the germinator M-m-m-m-m-m-m-move back, bugs Matter fact, you know, the queen could use a back rub (ah!) If you could turn back time Cher You used to be here, now you gone Nair (You nappy-headed son of a bitches!) Shitted on 'em (I'ma start throwing Just for Me Perm at your heads!) Man, I just shitted on 'em (I'ma get the kid version) Shitted on 'em (The Kid one, cause you're a bunch of kids) Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (Bunch of nappy-headed hoes running around) Shitted on 'em (Just for Me) Man, I just shitted on 'em (You know it, yeah ho, you know) Shitted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em (Just for Me Perm, in your head, when we see you! Ow!)

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix