YM Banger (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga) - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Well its that nigga that you call T-Raw Runnin' that money like Madoff Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off I ain't got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone Sweatin' me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo I'm fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we don't fly coach Fuckin' but she act dumb, kick her out my condo Real G's, Last King, Young Money ballin' I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic Metaphorically or Rhetoric And I'm shittin' on your forehead 2 girls 1 cup... Yup We did it again Last King YMCMB I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Uh, Knock knock, who the fuck is there? A sign on my dick that say, "bad bitches come in here" Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard All I do is dick 'em I don't tip 'em like a stripper man I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea Walk up in the club, pick 'em out and then I pick 'em off Pick 'em up and then knock em down and them I drop 'em off I'ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she'll be milk box material And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy When your pockets sittin' right I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic All day long, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Big bank roll, do it like Tony Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

I think I fell in love man, hahaha Shorty cold blooded... Shorty pull her panties to the side Told me keep my feelings to the side For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Shorty pull her panties to the side Told me keep my feelings to the side For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds She move them panties to the side She give me head while I drive These bitches flyin' in like flies Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly Rose gold in that Autobon, I'm gettin' money in real time That big hand on them dollar signs, I'm on west coast rich time Get punched out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man These niggas hood-hoppers, don't give a bitch no options I do this shit for my squadron, ain't got no time for no conference I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin' I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party Aye French we in the club way too much, ya know what I'm sayin'? You know we playin' with new bands, homeboy... Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo' (do it right) Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know I'm finna go retarded Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it (skrrt) Comma get for that work, gettin head blowin purp One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose And when I'm done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do And she touching herself, what you gone off a molly? And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted-up Holly Fuck all night no strings attached, say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit Dick too long and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm, with the, number, one, stunna Hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin', numbers (haha) GT, vodka, all, summer Yeah, its time to bring them 'raris out Scratch that, we bringing them Bugattis out I'mma show em how to get this money I'm laughin' to the bank, you niggas money funny I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch Money blowin' like a fountain, bitch All my paper adding up, you only talking shit

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