[Verse 1: YG] I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work) You say you want that head up But we don't fight fair brah Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out (Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?) Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out Death Row days show you what this West Coast about [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro Don't beef over no ho And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew White person, got my middle finger on the trigger And with my little finger to you niggas I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas Except my niggas Tunechi! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My motherfuckin' niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches She keep liking all my pictures Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up" Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change Catch me out in Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang" In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't love Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG that's my nigga Cause I been in the field life on the line with him And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak hit 'em [Hook] [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga? You nig, you niggas ain't got no joints Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bitches They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches! I ride for my bitches I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches Bitches, my bitches I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches My niggas [Hook] [Outro: Nicki Minaj] New York to Compton Got YG with me so don't get stomped in Y'all know who the fuck it is See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch And when you come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch!