Muthaf**ka Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

(Okay, man, are you ready to go?)

(I'm ready to go now, come on, now)

(Crank this muthaf**ka up)

Young Money

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Y-M-C-M-B, rawest **** doing it

School for the blind, I don't see these **** doing it

I'm doing it and doing it, and doing it well

**** wanna test me, boy, who wanna fail?

Hit you like a bully, bitch, you get saved by the bell

If you scared, go to church, I'll see you in Hell

And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails

Everybody fake, so I got real for sale

Gunpowder fill the air

Rapper's shitting on they self, you could smell the fear

And these bitches laying flowers 'cause the king is near

T-Raw, this is the new flavor in your ear

**** softer than baby hair

Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-A-Bear

I'm a dealer, all my girls come in deuce and pairs

I'm in the building I construct, so (Crank this muthaf**ka up)

What the funk you beezy's want?

I'm ready to hump the car, I call that ele-funk

The trunk in the front

Man, she give me good brain 'cause she feel dumb

I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb

And, yeah, these bitches want it, I put my man's on it

That 1-10 Sup' and that Ferrari California

**** want beef, call me Tony Roma

You potatoes on the sofa

Lazy motherfuckers, why you ain't even try yet?

Rich or die trying, why you **** ain't died yet?

Wings tattoo, yeah, forever on some fly shit

And I'm with the business skip, peon with the tie clip

Stay on the flight, yeah, I'ma trip

Prolly up in paradise, chilling like Parliaments

Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder shit

'Bout to make the speaker bust so (Crank this muthaf**ka up)

(Cr-crank this mothaf**ka up)

(Crank, crank, cra-crank this muthaf**ka up)

(Crank cra-crank, cra-crank this muthaf**ka up)

Okay, really, I get money, I get money like a bitch

She ain't going nowhere but I swear, that bitch a trip, eh

You see how the diamonds get to dancing, eh

Yeah, your money short, gets some pants and shit

I be with a **** with a big ol' dick

Yeah, I like them balls, you be shooting them bricks

Fuck you in the game for?

Bitch, we up three, sipping this game four

Tell 'em, listen, couple bad bitches's

Out in Kingston, kicking up bricks and shit

Intervention, bitch, I pay your pension

Oh, you say what?

I don't pay attention

Yeah, these **** want it, I put my bitches on it

You know the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it

I put the pussy on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast

Then pull off in the Ghost, bitch, I do the most

What the funk you beezy's want?

It ain't your turn, better have my money Friday like Big Worm

Can't see you ****, you like a little germ

Bitches know I'm excellent like Mr. Burns

See my dick like butter churn, baby, churn

And your girl with me for sure, that ain't your concern

She forgot about her man, she won't ever learn

On the mic till I die, R.I.P., Chick Hern

Yes, sir, colder than the Pittsburg winter

Fresher than a Will Smith t-shirt

Disperse, coming through, last king in the hearse

Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like Dirk

When it hurts, yeah, you loser's bruised up

Bruce Lee nunchucks, toe from the floor up, don't duck

Rubber duck, now you like, oh, shucks

Tell the neighbors I don't give a fuck (Mic this muthaf**ka up)

(Mic-mic this muthaf**ka up)

(Mic, mic, mic-mic this muthaf**ka up)

(Mic, mic-mic, mic-mic this muthaf**ka up)

(Mic this muthaf**ka up)