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Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Than do it for the troops It's young money salute It's young money salute Yeah, uh So sick with the flow Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist Been a pro way before Romo or T.O No wetting cowboys to a piston A.I no Wallace your kids getting demolished I'm booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college But smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius It's Y.M.E. nothing gets in between us Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody bout to bury me In this rap game nobody could ever bury me That's why you see me on stage rocking with young money I told my team I got us man it's all on me Like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki Everytime I'm on the track it's ransom Can't find us anymore it's random When Young Money come through you better salute us Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Than do it for the troops It's young money salute It's young money salute Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down You ain't never gotta call me cause I'mma be there Lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shelltoes Strapped like Velcro and this we running hell no And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3 Cross Y.M. and the hem will make a movie We all we can be, respect the army and salute we Yeah, Young money army we marching We coming forward no warning We got these boys running like Forest So salute me like a general First place never last Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole Got the game in strangle hold no letting up You can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up Knock knock let us up, young money applaud me And we'll take the game out your hands like a joy stick I'mma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camouflage me, 'Cause young money is the Navy better yet the Army Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Than do it for the troops It's young money salute It's young money salute Commander in chief One hand on the World, one hand on the brief I stand on the World, bitch I stand on the peak Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G Don't ask me about shit but money Fuckin' right my money long I got that 10ft money I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy I'm a purple heart proven war vet rookie You can't even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me Now don't step nigga, march with me To the steps of the court building Like ain't we God's children I know at all times God's feel me So I play my part until the war kill me Salute or shoot! Better strap up your boots Before they start to shoot Than do it for the troops It's young money salute It's young money salute
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ, RASHAD RYAN BALLARD, JARVIS MILLS, CHRISTOPHER MOORE, CARL LILLY, DANE SIMMONS, JAMAL JONES
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