Lil Wayne – Lay It Down (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz) Lyr

Lil Wayne – Lay It Down (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz) Lyrics

Lay It Down

Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz)

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"Lay It Down." - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj & Corey Gunz)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 06:51 pm

Album: I Am Not a Human Being II (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 15

YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li
I be with **** that shoot police
I keep that iron, you could get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck
Bitch, ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss
The ones in jail wish they were free
**** call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
**** say they paid they dues
Well, I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree and ask that bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent over, ****, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my **** well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square ****
Mask on, Ghostface Killah
Draw down and erase ****
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, caddy-corner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi
Lay it down, ho
Lay it down, bitch
Lay it down, ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch, ****
Give me everything up in your house, ****
Shut yo mouth, ****
Put the money on the couch, ****
Give me everything up in your house, ****
Shut yo mouth, ****
Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a **** run and get the gang
Run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We get money over here
Talking shit, fucking bitches
I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all 'bout as hot as Von Dutch
Y'all not gon' harm much
Hijack y'all some prom busts
Ain't no retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit
Until a **** dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything wetted on
Point 'em out, truk ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, ****'ll buck ya smile
For a dunking pile, you better duck it, pal
Lay it down, ho
Lay it down, bitch
Lay it down, ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
Uh, yo, shawty, what's your name?
Is you tricking? Is you paying?
Is you sniffing on that cane?
What the fuck is you saying?
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money, I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it
Came out the bank, bye teller
Give a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
Brand new Rollie, sky dweller
Just left from Dubai, flew private eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie
I said them **** was popping, fake **** be watching
My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option
I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't popping if it ain't got a partation
Oops, I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money
While I watch you bitches audition
I said, oops, I mean partition
It's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money
While I watch you bitches audition
Fuck wrong with you bitches?
I don't give a fuck
You don't hear me, you don't see me, bitch
You gon' feel me, ho
Young Money
Young-young money, ****
Young-young, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, ah

Writer(s): D. Carter, Onika Maraj, R. Birchard, Lunice F. Pierre & Peter Pankey Jr..

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