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[Intro DJ
that
It's DJ
that We the Best, YMCMB
We the Best

Kevin Rudolf]
A lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
I've got a feeling about this one, and we young, you know
I'm breathing in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold

[Verse 1
Uh, new Hermes bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little
Twenty hour flight, jet-lagged
Sipping white wine, the sunset
Real love close? I ain't never had
Sitting with you all day till the pass
Damn, I ain't to fight that
But if we too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm looking over my shoulder,
Champagne, good and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all
You was bright, now your all black
Try to the good with the bad
You a motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
I'm shining

[Verse 2 Mack
We the Best, baby
Bitch, I'm Mack
You getting old and your heart turn
Time-line froze, mad at the because you lived your life
But this the life that we
on the road for the nicest road
I mean, long-ass flights for these trifling
But we crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live your
Lame ass nigga, you cook it no spice
Lil B sacrifice, me what your hoe like
Hit her with that dick, now she's a dope fiend
Leo lined king, I'm for a dope queen
Up first baby: Young Money's Barrack
Baggy high, mismatched socks
Meet Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give them the
Keep riders, get birth pills
Uh, Money

[Verse 3 Jae
Uh, bright
Lord knows I for these nights
You're damn right, I'ma sip champagne till it blurry my
Kicks for the captain, to the like Jeter
And my ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, Jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud
Blowing weed with some loud divas

[Verse 4 Cory
Young Money, Money, We the Best, Khaled!
Uh, it's that summertime, money
Going to rhyme time, when I'm done giving mine
Loud smoke, quite out the silly lines
Pretty toes hanging out the to the finish line
Spikes out my kicks like a porcupine
Money, Cash Money, We the Best, fall in line
Uptown, from the South Bronx
Hot drops in Miami, outcome
We made us, hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothing a movie, I just day to day this
Remember it was hard to page wagers
Nice spitting hard rhymes on the stages
Independent, yeah I them major later
We some niggas getting major paper
to Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keeps, so they always gone get our
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!