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[feat. Gudda Gudda] [Gudda Gudda:] I gets it in all day In the studio all work, no play I could pay a visit to your block broad day Fuck what ya'll say I spit raw hard yay Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay We just getting to the money then get on our way Yep, 3 whips back to back Followed by a Cadillac truck Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a savage gat Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat I'm sick of niggas garbage raps I ain't bout to battle rap Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch I'm after that chedder cheese nigga Where the cabbage at? Gudda Gudda motherfucker there'll be nothin' after that I'm bout to go HAM on this motherfucking track In fact I'm better than a lot of niggas better get yo raps intact See me on that big screen and think shits sweet Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak Or slide down a razor blade up shits creek, nigga Songtexte [Gudda Gudda:] Uhh, I'm screaming MOB Money Over Bullshit Don't Bullshit me [Lil Wayne:] Hello World it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We make money Biatch [Lil Wayne:] I'm talking big money bitch Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch Take money like a pimp make money like a mint? Gettin money is the only time life make sense People like me, but people like spiders And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat And kids are the only ones that really blush I'm real as fuck I pull that thing and hit em up That bullet travel hit a gut Then hit ya fitted up Hit ya whole city up Hit ya while ya laying down Shots leave ya sittin up Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty fuck Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her Ya bunch of pussy's having a pity party My guns look like they in kindergarten I'm the dirtiest seed in any garden Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant The paralysed feel me, the blind see me And the deaf can hear me And the smart fear me Wh-which side you on? Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home Uhh [Gudda Gudda:] Uhh, I'm screaming MOB Money Over Bullshit Don't Bullshit me [Lil Wayne:] Hello World it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We make money Biatch [Lil Wayne:] Eagle street where them twenty's go for 25 Bitch I'm a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line Here's Weezy F and the F is for Finish line I saved us from hip hop genocide Medication in my cup because my flow sick Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick And my girls say you niggas can't fuck with me Check my footsteps look like there was couple me's We ain't promised tomorrow but I feel immortal Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto I'm the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro And when I die, bury me in all Polo Kanyeezy's on my feet with two pony tails Bitch I'm hotter than going to hell Oh well and the money is my only mail And I'm the God sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail Oh well And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit It's Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch I'm in that cherry tone six I'm with a cherry tone bitch And she got very strong lips She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch And when you in my home bitch You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list I'm spittin like a long kiss Live from the throne bitch [Chorus] [Gudda Gudda:] Uhh, I'm screaming MOB Money Over Bullshit Don't Bullshit me [Lil Wayne:] Hello World it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We make money Biatch Aus Songtexte Mania