Uh
This that Young Money shit right here

Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
They do it for the troops
It's Young Money, salute (yeah, uh)
It's Young Money, salute

So sick with the flow
Yeah, your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O
No Witten, Cowboys to a Piston
A.i., no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished
I'm bookin' on you suckers like I'm just leavin' college
But smart, very smart, too smart for your knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It's YMOE, nothin' gets in between us, salute

I tell Wayne I'm goin' in like somebody 'bout to bury me
In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money
I told my team I got us, man, it's all on me
Like Volume two B.G., 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 'em like us anymore, it's random
When Young Money come through you better salute us

Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
They do 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
So salute, so salute

Ayo, I solemnly swear if it ever go down
You ain't never got to call me 'cause I'ma be there
Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes
Strapped like Velcro and is we runnin' hell no?
And truthfully, aimin' for number one, oh do we
You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three
Cross YM and out of him we'll make a movie (yessir)
We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we

Young Money army, we marchin'
We comin' forward, no warnin'
We got these boys runnin' like Forrest
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 a stranglehold no lettin' up
You can get the top of your can popped 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 swear I'll never give in
Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginnin'
I d-d-do it 'cause I did it for my ballerina (girls)
Blowin' kisses to the soldiers, I am Marilyn Monroe
When we shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, camouflage me
'Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army (yo)

Better strap up your boots
Before they start to shoot
They do 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
So salute, so 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 ten-foot money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sounds like ten foots runnin'
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 debt 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 gods 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 (get that salute out my face)
They do it for the troops
It's Young Money, salute (I am)
It's Young Money, salute (a sixteen year veteran)
It's Young Money, salute (I been in this motherfucker)
It's Young Money, salute (you pop off)
It's Young Money, salute (all my motherfuckin' life)
So salute

But I still have that
My life, yeah
Young Mula made fear

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Carl Lilly, Christopher Moore, Dane Simmons, Dwayne Carter, Jamal F. Jones, Jarvis Antonio Mills, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rashad Ryan Ballard