Ym Salute Lyrics - Young Money

Better strap up your boots 

Before they start to shoot 

Let's do it for the troops 

It's Young Money salute 

It's Young Money salute 

Yeah, uh, so sick wit' the flow 

Yeah, ya cowboys know that Lil' Twist 

Been a pro way before Romo no 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 nothin' 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 wit' 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 

Let's 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 

The salute, the 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 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 two or three 

Cross YM and the hem will make a movie 

We all that 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 a 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 joystick 

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 beginning 

I 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 

Let's 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 

The salute, the 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 10 foot money 

I get it fast when I get to the money 

When I walk, it sound 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 gods feel me 

So I play my part until the war, kill me, salute or shoot, nigga 

Better strap up your boots before they start to shoot 

Let's 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 

The salute, the salute