Lyrics:

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven`s right above it
We onnn, 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 gang 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 meeeee
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
Uhh, 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 (yeah)
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 boo purse (5 Star)
And I don`t bust back because I shoot first (yeahh, alright)
Yeahh
We onnn
Young Mu-Young Mula babyyy