Get Mine
Yung Redd & Lil' Ron Lyrics

I need a Winn-Dixie
I need a grocery bag full of money right now to access a VIP section.

Grocery bag full of money, right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
The amount of money needed is equivalent to a grocery bag full, and it is required to get into the VIP section immediately.

You got Young Money in the house tonight baby, yeah!, yeah!, young!, young! (wosh), young! (wosh), young! (wosh), young mulla baby!
Young Money is present tonight and the repetition of the word 'young' with the wosh sound emphasizes their presence.

Got money (yeah) and you know it, take it out your pocket and show it (then), throw it (fly), this a way (fly), that'a way (fly), this a way (fly), that'a way
If you have money, show it off and throw it in different directions for the enjoyment of others.

Gettin' mug from everybody who see then, hang over the wall of the VIP like (fly), this a way (fly), that'a way (fly), this a way (fly), that'a way
Expecting to receive envious looks from everyone who sees your money and hanging over the VIP wall to show it off in different directions.

Now I was bouncing through the club, she loved the way I did it but, I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop, now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked, say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Narrator was dancing in the club and a girl was admiring him, but her boyfriend was upset like a police officer. The voice claims he is not easily intimidated and carries a semi-automatic pistol.

Now where your bar at? I'm try'na rent it out, and we so bout it bout it, now what are you about? DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop, Young money Lil' Wayne, then the music drop
The singer wants to rent a bar and prove how serious he is. The DJ shows appreciation by mentioning him when the music stops and then plays his music when it starts again.

I make it snow, I make it flurry, I make it out alright tomorrow don't worry, yeah, young Wayne on them hoes, A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money)
The artist claims to make money like it's snowing and ensures it will last, reassuring those who may be worried about him. His other alias is 'Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes'.

Here we go one for the money, two for the show, now clap your hands if you got a bank roll, like some clap on lights in this bitch, I be clapping all night in this bitch (uhh hun), lights off (uhh hun), mask on (uhh hun), she saw me (uhh hun), she smiling (yeah), he muggin', who cares! cause my goons! are right here! Aye, its nothin' to a big dog, and I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains, I mean so much ice, they yell skate Wayne! She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne (uhh hun)
The artist asks the audience to show their money if they have it, and he continues to reference his goons being there to protect him. He claims to be powerful and wealthy, wearing eight chains that resemble ice. He uses humor when a girl only wants to have sex with 'Weezy' and not 'Wayne'.

OK, it's Young Wayne on them hoes, A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes, like eh! Everybody say Mr. Rain man, can we have a rainy day? Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella, ella, ella, ella ehhh! Bitch ain't shit but a hoe in a trick, bet you no one ain't trick if you got it, you know we ain't fucking if you not thick, and I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit, so Rolex watch this, I do it four five six my click, clack goes the black hoe pimp, and just like it I blow that shit, cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick tick, bitch! yeah!
The artist's repeated alias underscores his power and wealth that come from his ability to 'make it rain'. He insults women who only want to use and cheat wealthy men, and implies he'll only have sex with a woman if she's attractive. He uses violent imagery and bombast to describe his wealth and power.

Young Wayne on them hoes, make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes, aha! Umm, young money baby!
The singer repeats his alias and references the power he has over his audience. He mentions T-Pain, another artist from Young Money, and ends with the catchphrase of the collective.