[Chorus:]
Where my straitjacket at... I'm a psycho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o
[Jae Millz:]
Mister officer, mister officer
I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with ya
Matta fact, I ain't tryna talk 2 ya
We ain't got no business, so what we talkn for
It ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
Cause about that boy who just got shot, I gots no information
These broke a** snitch n***as still gram shaving?
At the precinct writing statements on which your house is the station (damn)
Not I, tattle tellin' is for h*mos
Besides, that's the number 1 Young Money no no
Police, we don't chat with them
We ain't got no wrap for them
You in the cop car point n***as out from the back of them (There he go)
Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya
You even tell PoPo I'm black, and yous a f**in' goner
Yeah you get high, but I get higher
Manyana, I just might go to the half way house and ask your supervisor
[Chorus:]
Where my straitjacket at... I'm a psycho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo... 4, 3, 2
co*ka doodle do
I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew
Ho ho ho, red stockings too
Coming down the chimney, your chopped and screwed
It's me b**hes, eff u snitches, gimme the heebie jeebies
So excuse my twitches (excuse me)
Lemme get that brewski, n***as know them b**hes can't do it like I dooski
I just pull up, chuck the deuce in some blue denim, and I just heard he running with the lieutenant
I'm the mistress, I be in the District of Columbia
Yes uh huh, Washington
Betta ask around, cause I'm whats popping-ton
I'm who they think about, playin' with they pee pee
Gotta count sheep because I'm never sleepy
Guess I'm the chief, you can find me in my teepee... b*tchES!
[Chorus:]
Where my straitjacket at... I'm a psycho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o
[Gudda Gudda:]
Young Money cycle, straitjacket on me
Break a n***a jaw if he turn too informant
I bring you to ya door step, loose slips, sank ships n***a
So I'm a bring you to the bottom of the ocean [uh chuuch]
I hear you preachin' like a f**in' reverend
Should k**ed you in the first place... no second guessin'
Coulda k**ed 'em with the first and the second weapon
DJ Unk 'em with the hand, I two-step and deck 'em
Then I grab the choppa, blue flame Houston wreck 'em
Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
Make way, respect 'em
I could AK attack 'em
You looking at a gangster in his essence
Now b**h bow down when a gangster in your presence
Cause I'm God's gift like a present
For 1 don't try me I could give you two lessons u peasants get murdered if you do test 'em
Gudda Gudda b**h!
[Chorus:]
Where my straitjacket at... I'm a psycho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o