This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Kane is in the building
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven right above it
We on
'Cause we on
Who else really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing 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 on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you 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 Jessie 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 playing 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 and ain't no telling 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 on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Uh, how do you say what's never said?
Beautiful Black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on 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, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uh, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig? (Soo woo)
I got my gun in my boo purse (five star, yeah)
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first (alright)
Yeah
We on
Young Mu-, Young Mula, baby
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven right above it
We on
'Cause we on
Who else really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole?
I'm with Marley G bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing 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 on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you 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 Jessie 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 playing 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 and ain't no telling 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 on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
Uh, how do you say what's never said?
Beautiful Black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on 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, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uh, now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, 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 Bs with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig? (Soo woo)
I got my gun in my boo purse (five star, yeah)
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first (alright)
Yeah
We on
Young Mu-, Young Mula, baby
Lyrics submitted by Lil_Heartagram
Right Above It Lyrics as written by Aubrey Graham Dwayne Carter
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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