YM Salute Lyrics By Lil Wayne
Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
Then do it it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
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 YME nothing gets in between us
I 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 two BG I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Every time 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 it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
S-salute
Hey yo, I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never gotta call me 'cause I'ma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows
My crew harder then 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 two or three
Cross YM 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'ma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given
Everything that I've given, I'll 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 it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
S-salute
S-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
Fucking right my money long I got that ten-foot money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk it sounds like ten 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, ****, 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 it for the troops
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
It's Young Money salute
S-salute
