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(feat. Gudda Gudda) [Gudda Gudda:] Mo money (uh), Mo bitches Mo worth, Mo haters, equals mo snitches, yea Mo digits, no, mo commas Me affiliated with trendsetters, equals mo drama Weezy Obama, dat-dats my co-signa You see Osama, in-in my persona Steamin like a sona, I'm sick I need a doctor, Stab you before I drown you now you just another red lobster Where da bitches at? I need a head doctor Nice thick n red bitch you fuckin with a top shot-ta T-t-top dolla, nigga young money We got old money, don't play dumb money All black whips, all red flags Put that red dot on yo head, play head tag Real niggas listen, when I'm preachin to em Now we all noe money talks, cause I'm speakin to em [Lil Wayne:] Uh-Umm But I ain't speaking to em I call my guns jumpers cause my bullets just leaping to em All you boys bustas, so soft, bet the wind blew em I claim flame, I am just re-kin-dl-in SongtexteMy in-tu-ition is get payed But this glock will knock you back to 5th grade I, school you niggas but none of yous get A's Got a bitch who won't stop till everyone of us get laid Lotta of you niggas are son of a bitch made And if your girlfriend utter, I cut her like switch blade, yeaa We ridin like roller blades Now gon give me head till it fall off of your shoulders babe I smoke a O all day, that's why I'm so away Mentally mind blown now gon and blow away, yea Ya'll niggas is super fake I putchu niggas on mute, then I mutilate, yeaa I Mac like the computer say My hoes cooperate, I mean co-operate I don't know how to say, oh but I gotta say I just fo five away till ain't no one alive to say That I fo five'd away, then I drive away Paper chasin money runnin like andale Better find a way, better not be in our way I'll take your father than Zimbabwe I make it harder for these wimps I stay on they neck no lettn up And I tote that can opener don't make me bust your 7 up Heaven up, hell down, man down, gal down And I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down Better kneel down, cause I am da god I am da har-dest motherfucka to try it before My diet is ya'll, I riot and war Fightin dem all, bite'in dem all, giant or small, I am a dog, I can smile at dum bitches and brighten dem all I am a hog, ridin dem all I just lay that pipe and I'm off Call me plumber, and leave your girl my number, humber I am a bumba, bee on a humble Your girlfriend want my pickle and my cucumber Tell your boyfriend I'll turn him to a vegetable Break a nigga down to a decimal I'm tellin you, I'm very cool, unless a fool, fuckin up my revenue I tote that watever dude, I shoot at watever dude Just bought a Lamborghini Murci-el-ago And my girl from the bay said is hella cool Wheres the helipad, my helicopter land I shot the man, if I'm not the man, mhm Do I go in, or I go in, I'm not your friend, I'm not your kin I make your brain come out your chin Been in the game since the begnning I'm all about winning I look down I see them, when I look up I don't see any You pooh like Winnie, do I diddy And I just left, but your boo right with me And I'm from never do right city, But don't get me wrong, Young Money I'm gooone Yeaaa, Young Mulaa Baabbbyyyyy Aus Songtexte Mania