text: Better strap up your boots
  Before they start to shoot
  Then do it for the troops
  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 Witten, Cowboys to a Piston
  A.I., no Wallace, your kids gettin demolished
  I’m bookin on your suckers like Im just leaving college
  But smart, very smart - too smart for your knowledge
  Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
  It’s YME, nothin gets in between us
  Tell Wayne I’m goin in like somebody bout to bury me
  In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me
  Thats 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 us anymore, it’s random
  When Young Money come through you better salute us
  Better strap up your boots
  Before they start to shoot
  Then do it for the troops
  It’s Young Money salute
  Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down
  You aint never got to call me cause I’mma be there
  Lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes
  Strapped like Velcro and is we running hell no
  And truthfully, aimin for number one, oh do we
  You ask why I reply cause nobody remember two or three
  Cross YM out of him well make a movie
  We all we can be, respect the army and salute we
  Young Money army, we marching
  We coming forward, no warning
  We got these boys running 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 letting 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 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
  Then do it for the troops
  It’s Young Money 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 thats G
  Don’t ask me about shit but money
  Fuckin’ right my money long I got that 10-foot money
  I get it fast when I get to the money
  When I walk, it sounds 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
  Better strap up your boots
  Before they start to shoot
  Then 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