Lay It Down
Lil Wayne&nicki Minaj Lyrics
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I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can 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
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
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 nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my niggas well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah
Draw down and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor?
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
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 nigga
Gimme everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga
Yeah Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga 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 getting money over here
Talking shit and 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 gone 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 nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you better duck it, pal
Lay it down ho (Yeah)
Lay it down bitch (and I smoke)
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
oh yo, shawty, what's yo 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 (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye teller
Give a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
Brand new roley, 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 niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet
But I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option
I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin'
If it ain't got no 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
Da fuck is 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 hoe
Young Money
Young-young Money nigga.
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!
The lyrics to "Lay It Down" by Lil Wayne and Nicki Minaj are filled with explicit language and misogynistic lyrics. The song is about the rappers' lives and the money they have made through their music careers. Lil Wayne raps about his gang affiliation and his willingness to use violence against those who cross him. He also brags about his sexual conquests and his ability to make women submit to his will. Nicki Minaj's verses, on the other hand, are about her lavish lifestyle and her how she commands attention and admiration from those around her. She raps about her money and her success, as well as her disdain for those who try to steal her shine.
Overall, "Lay It Down" is a typical rap song that glorifies materialism, violence, and disrespect towards women. While it may be enjoyed by some as a party anthem, others may take issue with the lyrics and the messages they convey.
Line by Line Meaning
YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I am known as Tunechi Lee among the bitches in the YMCMB crew
I be with niggas that shoot police
I frequently hang out with people who shoot police officers
I keep that iron, you can get creased
I always carry a gun and can easily kill you
And if she say she didn't fuck, Bitch ya lying through ya teeth
If a woman denies having sex with me, she's lying through her teeth
They say it cost to be the boss The ones in jail wish they were free
Being a boss requires a lot of money, and those in jail wish they had that freedom
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
I'm so high that people compare me to the drink Hi-C
Niggas say they paid they dues Well I'm checking your receipt
Some people claim they have paid their dues, but I'm scrutinizing their proof of payment
Might as well go stupid Since this is a stupid beat
Since the beat is simple, I might as well rap in a stupid way
Grab the owl out the tree And ask that bitch, who but me?
I'm so great that even an owl on a tree would ask who I am
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
I have a woman bent over with her hands on the ground and her feet up in the air, ready for sex
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
If there's an issue (beef) with a police officer or a snitch, I'll go crazy (ham)
Cause all my niggas well rounded Don't fuck with none of these square niggas
All my friends are well-versed and cool; we don't associate with uncool people
Mask on, Ghostface Killah Draw down and erase niggas
I wear a mask like Ghostface Killah and will shoot and kill people
I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California
I belong to the Blood gang; do you donate blood? I'm smoking a cigar filled with California weed
I hit it sideways, catacorner Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
I have sex in a sideways position, then the woman gets my ejaculation like a pneumonia infection
Put the money on the couch nigga Gimme everything up in your house nigga, Shut yo mouth nigga
Give me all your money, put it on the couch. I want everything of value in your house. So shut up
Yeah Start it up, vroom vroom Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
I'm starting a situation (vroom vroom) and might even physically abuse a woman on a bus with uppercuts (boom boom)
Unless I get the brain, poom poom She let a nigga run and get the gang Run a train, zoom zoom
Unless a woman gives me oral sex, she has to have sex with my entire gang (run a train)
My syrup purple, my turf Earth My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I drink purple drank, my territory is the Earth, and I'll kill you by burying you in dirt
My shooters still got curb curfews Y'all 'bout as hot as Von Dutch
My shooters have a curfew so they won't get caught, and you are not as impressive as Von Dutch clothing
Ain't no retreat but my arms up No graffiti, my bombs up
I'll never back down, and I'll fight with my arms up. I won't leave graffiti, but I'll set off bombs
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
If you want to start something, I'm challenging you to make a bet. I'm confident you'll lose, and your planned wedding will be canceled after you lose the money
I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition
As I count my money, I watch women compete for my attention
Da fuck is 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 hoe
What's wrong with you women? I don't care. You don't acknowledge me, so I'll make you feel my presence
Young Money Young-young Money nigga. Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
I'm representing Young Money, and all of you hoes better lay down
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ONIKA TANYA MARAJ, ROSS MATTHEW BIRCHARD, LUNICE FERMIN PIERRE II, DWAYNE CARTER, PETER PANKEY JR.
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