• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Shake Skin - Kodakid
• Willy Wonka - Gudda Gudda
• Raw - Gudda Gudda
• Picture Me Rolling - Gudda Gudda
• What You Talkin Bout (ft. Cory Gunz) - Gudda Gudda
• Break Em' Off - Gudda Gudda
• Demolition Freestyle Pt 1 - Gudda Gudda
• No One Else Matters - Gudda Gudda
• Every Sound - Gudda Gudda
• Sacrifice - Gudda Gudda
• Demolition Freestyle Pt 2 - Gudda Gudda
• Get It - Gudda Gudda
• Young Money Hospital - Gudda Gudda
• The Dungeon - Gudda Gudda
• Bedrock - Gudda Gudda
• Extraordinary - Gudda Gudda
• Can You See Me (feat. Hones-t) - Gudda Gudda
• Always Love You - Gudda Gudda
• Hold it Down - Gudda Gudda
• Good Morning - Gudda Gudda
• Money Or Graveyard - Gudda Gudda
• Let Me In - Gudda Gudda
• What A Girl - Gudda Gudda
• Whatever You Do - Gudda Gudda
• The Vent Part 2 - Gudda Gudda
• Right Here - Gudda Gudda
• New Born - Gudda Gudda
• Big Dawg - Gudda Gudda
• I'm Leaving - Gudda Gudda
• Ride 4 Me - Gudda Gudda
• Guddaville 3 (intro) - Gudda Gudda
• Red Rum Outro - Gudda Gudda
• Everyday I Do It - Gudda Gudda
• Guddaville (freestyle) - Gudda Gudda
• Hammer Time - Gudda Gudda
• Shoe Box - Gudda Gudda
• Walk With Me - Gudda Gudda
• Small Thing To A Giant - Gudda Gudda

Gotta go now baby, don't go now
Gotta go now baby, don't go (x4)
Yeah, the streets are full
And the crowds they are out on the town
And I'm feeling so high
I'm going out with the world tonight
With the shake of the skin
Lady luck she aint waiting for him
And the beat of the drum
Man I don't think I'll ever be done, no
We're alright, we're ok
We're alright
We all on the street and we're making our way
I'm feeling so high
I'm going out with the world tonight
And we're making our way
Down the streets where the people play
With the shake of the skin
Lady luck she ain't waiting on him
And we all getting locked
In the clubs with funk and the rock
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're alright
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're okay
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're alright
We all on the street and we're making our way
Gotta go now baby, don't go now
Gotta go now baby, don't go (x2)
I'm feeling so high
I'm going out with the world tonight
And we're making our way
Down the streets where the people play
With the shake of the skin
Lady luck she ain't waiting for him
And the beat of the drum
Man I don't think I'll ever be done
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're alright
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're okay
Gotta go now baby don't go
We're alright
We all on the street and we're making our way (x2)
I'm feeling so high
I'm going out with the world tonight
With the shake of the skin

I I I Don't Like The Look Of It
I I I Don't Like The Look Of It
I I I Don't Like The Look Of It
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm Sipping On The Syrup Got A Nigga Mioving Slow
I'm All Bout The Money What The Fuck You Think I Do It For
Just Don't Act Like You Ain't Know I'm Killing These Rap Ass Niggas
Costing Them Thier Caskets For Your Motherfucking Funeral
Keep These Women With Me Shit I Gotta Keep Two Or More
Party Everyday Like We Won The Fucking Superbowl
Chilling With My Nigga Mack He Keeps Bitches Handy
White Girls On The Table Let Them Sniff The Nose Candy
When I'm Walking By The Women Say Who Is That
Nigga I Reply I'm Gudda Gudda That Nigga
I Was Raised In A home Of Cap Splitters
Whip On 24s Watch It Crawl Like A Caterpillar
I Come With A Toy Boy Like A Happy Meal
And You A Motherfucking Duck Daffy Dale
From The School Of Hard Knocks Where we Scrap And Kill
Pick The Kinfe With Gunna You Could Get the Package Deal
I'm Hot Nigga Burning Everything Around Me
I Was Lost For A Minute Took A While But I Found Me
The Streets Say I'm King But The Game Will Never Crown Me
Realest Nigga Doing It Just Ask The Nigga Round Me
So You Can't Size Me Up But Try To Clown A
Shark Jump In The Water And I'm a Drown Ya
New Orleans Gun Out I'm a Down Ya
Put Niggas To Sleep Like A Downer
I'm A Great White You A Flounder
Fish Ain't A Bitch I'll Tuna Everything Around Ya
You Hoe Gudda Move Everything Around Ya
It's Young Money Bitch At The Top Is Where They Found Us
Nigga
(Wayne Sparks Up)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Goons I'm Back Marley Don't Shoot 'Em
Silence On A Gun Watch A Nigga Mute 'Em
The Coach And The Boot Call Me Jon Gruden
Schooled These Nigga They All My Students
All Jokes Aside I Ain't Playing With Ya
The Weed Broke Down Like A Transmission
Choppers Spin Like A Ballerina
I'm Still Spitting Like I Ate A Jalapeno
I'm From Uptown My Bitchs From Argentina
My Pockets On Fat Like Joey Cartagena
Stunt So Hard It's All Ya'll Fault
And When It Come To Beef Give Me A-1 Sauce
I Ain't Worrying About Shit Everything Paid
Catch Me Poolside In Dwayne Wades House
Wth A High Yellow Bitch With Her Legs Out
Catch Money President But We In Red House
Who The Fuck Want It Name A Fucking Day
Blow The Candles Out My Nigga Cut The Cake
I Gotta Eat Bitch Like A Runaway
Ya'll Niggas Ain't Eating Stomache
Ok All These Bitches And Niggas Still Hatin
I Used To Be Ballin But Now I'm Bill Gating
Fuck You With My iPhone Bumpin Illmatic
I'm On The Road To Riches It's Just A Lil Traffic
Hair Still Platic Fuckins A Habit
Keep My Guitar Hip Hop Manny Cravis
Bought Your Bad Bitches and I Fuck 'Em Like Rabbits
Dope Big weezy Your Girlfriends A Addict
I I Don't I I Don't

Hey, yo I heard your coach scream we can't stop em, we gotta injure em
Nigga off top I goes in like I'm entering
Young Money
red devils all we do is win and then
Michael Phelps
on with these bitches yeah we swim in them
Showing off this man enjoy, scrubs can't stand this boy
If they don't leave they hood then I'm coast to coast like Brandon Roy
And that internet dissin I ain't got the energy
Cuz niggas is tough talkers with queer tendencies
Fuck the kid shit im grown and bout my dollars
So Ima play Sabathia and you go play Posada
Catch this fuckin heat I'm throwing at your fuckin collar
And tell Big L I got em once we reach the heavenly father
Nigga I rep that up-town, call me Mr. harlem
My flow monumental like Madison Square Garden
My bitch will air your squadrant, nigga I beg your pardon
Don't get the rest of your motherfuckin kids darkened, Millz!
I grab the mic and O.D. like I'm free basing
And we control shit, like free masons
Oh you a bold bitch, a lot of
I pita roll shit, a lot of teeth aching
Leave the scene vacant,
Young Money cavemen
Ice on the rims, so we leave skatin
Neck full of gold, wrist full of glitter and
When we leave all the hoes follow like twitter
Flow sour type bitter, I'm a different type nigga
Stomp niggas out yeah we typewrite a nigga, then
Put em to bed yeah we night night a nigga, I'm
Over your head like the zyguise nigga, I could
Get you brain for the right price nigga
Cuz these boys is pussy like pie spice nigga, I
Steam and cook em like hot rice nigga
Misery with the gullotine chop dice niggas, uhhh
Bitch I'm Mack Maine, uh
You are now tuned in to one of realist to do this shit
I spit proverbs, they spit foolishness
I spit the truth and shit, they spittin tall tales
If life's a test, I pass and yall all fail
I bring you all hell, my words should be written in red
A psychic came up to me one day and this what he said
He said "Jermaine, on the mic, I can tell you nice
You touch hearts, you might be the second coming of Christ."
I said "No Blasphemy" and proceeded to some other shit
Like put my rubber on and holla "Fuck the government!"
Respect my mind motherfucka, I'm a rider
As long as I'm alive ain't no law that I abide by
Fuck a drive, by we walk up and squeeze to get paid
This game ain't the same, Pac turning in his grave
If I dont make it to the top I know Gudda will
And I'mma help him call the shots,

I was forced to be a man at the age of 16
Dropped out of school and then I had my first seed
My baby daughter, and she look just like her father
When I look into her eyes that just make me hustle
harder.
Then I met this kid and his last name was Hardy.
And he put a pen and pad in my hand and said I oughta
Write about my life and if I go a little harder
I ain't gotta sell weed and crack to feed my baby
daughter
So I sat back, thought about it, maybe for a night or
Then I got my hands on some beats to start writing to
I never thought that I would get this far, I just sit
and reminisce while I sip this bar
Got a long ways to go before I hit my mob
It's a give and quit, don't sit in my heart
So I'm writing, just speaking the thoughts on my mind
Knowing I'm a get mine and do time.
Yeah, picture me rolling, tryina find something to get
into
Maybe stupid chick, cut her like a kinshu
Or maybe think about the things that I've been through
While I'm starring at the world through my rear view
I'm rolling, yeah, that's right I'm zoning
While I'm rolling, thinking about the things that I've
been through
While I'm starring at the world through my rear view.
Ok, my days feel short and my nights feel long
While I'm searching for the right words to write this
song
And I'm tryina do write as I write my wrongs
And I lost a lot of peers, but life goes on
Plus I'm on the road to riches but they try to prolong
But once a niigga get it then I'm out, so long
Yep, I'm tryina be patient, control my situation
Every time a second passes, it's just more time wasted
So I grind, stack the money higher
Told my mama that I got her and I put that on my life
Living in a cold world, so I gotta spit heat
To get my brothers out the pen and get my niggas out
the street
Break bread with them, sit them at the table, let them
Lost my appetite for food, my only craving is a beat.
Capische, I'm a beast, setting fire to the streets
I'm the rap landlord, I came to terminate your lease.
Yeah, picture me rolling, tryina find something to get
into
Maybe stupid chick, cut her like a kinshu
Or maybe think about the things that I've been through
While I'm starring at the world through my rear view
I'm rolling, yeah, that's right I'm zoning
While I'm rolling, thinking about the things that I've
been through

[Intro]
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
Real niggas walkin' through, better walk around
[Verse 1]
Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be ridin'
Fuck around, see the news – all your niggas be bodies
She told me her nigga comin', she gon' put me in the closet

[Verse 1:]
I glide thru tha turnin lane, 24's showin out
Deep dish, rims pokin out like a swollen mouth
Money is tha mission, so money's what I'm gettin
Up early in tha morning on my phone talkin business
Money rules everything arnd me I got it
So I control everything arnd me I profit
Don't get in my way & try to stop it or rock it
It's what u gon be facin, if I pop it it's a problem
Tools on deck, give niggas a face lift
Put that metal in ya mouth like braces
I'm G4 fly, hear that engine while I'm takin off
I'm double G bitch, I come ta break em' off
[Chorus:]
Break em' off, I'm a break em' off
Money, Cars, Clothes, & Hoes I want it all
And I'm a go hard cus bitch I want it all
It's money, cars, clothes, & hoes I want it all
And I'm a break em' off somethin, Don't make me break em off somethin, cus I'm a break em' off
Cus bitch I want it all, It's money, cars, clothes, & hoes I want it all
[Verse 2:]
Ok I'm sippin on tha purple, got me movin like a turtle
A true hustla, a bitch stashed tha work in tha gurdle
Bout it like P, & I'm rowdy like C
Murda somethin in tha club don't crowd around me
Nigga I'm about me, So tha green I'm a get it
Sit my niggas at tha table, count tha money & we split it
Real nigga shit, Real niggas do real thangs
I'm makin real money but I never will change
Real niggas ridin till tha tires explode
Big guns wet niggas like a water hose
Fly niggas make ya girlfriend take it off
Done deal nigga, We gon break ha off
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
And I'm a go hard nigga I'm a break em off
Rugga in my hand, yo hat I'm takin off
I'm a ball hustla So I will neva stall
It's YungMoney muthafucka got tha world in our palm
When ya girl on my arm, hit ha once then she gone
On to tha next one, I'm yung don won
Swagga on point, nigga yella diamond everything
I'm on tha pedastal while you otha niggas pedaling
Light weight niggas mayn you dealin with a heavy weight
I'm on my old baby shit, big money heavy weight
2 seata coupe tha top I'm takin off
Bad bitch ridin shotgun, I'm a break ha off

[** feat. Lil Wayne:]
And I don't wanna talk about it*
Gangsta shit right in front of you nigga walk around it
Nigga let me do me
They know I kick it like Jet lee Bruce lee
And I've done what they can't do me I'll put my gun up to your aunt suzie
And blow out a dubie paint her rubie I am a looney you niggas puny
I puke on the beat I juke and never fumble
Man I spit that dope like I swallowed the bundle
Gotta spit that dope up cause the old heads said if you don't itll bust
Heard if I sell it hard itll rush but if them people come if it's soft itll flush
Certainly don't get caught in the blind and keep yo curtain straight
No I don't drink wine but I smoke purple grape sometimes see purple stars
And I ain't talking about purple bapes
I gets paid early cause I be workin late too many pain for memories shit hurt to say
Crack flow no bake just stir and shake
Shootin when we pull up like erkle waste
Sip syrup got me movin at a turtle pace
But quick draw pop out like a turtle face
Paid in full you can't murk the ace
I kill the beat and beat the murder case
That's right I'm a kill this shit
And if the glov don't fit
I'm a need a catchers mitt
Cause I'm high like a pitch yeah I'm high like a pitch like Mariah and shit
I guess I'm higher than a bitch
Keep it dirty like I'm lion in the ditch
Like Eli I'm from new Orleans I'm a giant in this bitch
Move the G and add an S and put the I before the N
And put the A in front of that and that is what I am to the end
That's a Saint muthafucka simplify it for them where your funeral comes with a 2nd line at the end yeah
But you won't be second linin with them
Cause you be in the hearse that's behind all of them
I see your homies dressed in black like they finna ride with
But fashion statement is tell a lie
I'm pelican fly Mack 11 inside
My bullets come with wings and your cerebellum can fly fuckin right o yeah
Young money we are
Sick as gonorrhea

I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around (Around yeah)
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd
(Baby no one else matters)
Nothing Ese matters Baby Only You Though
Your Love Got Me So High I'm Sittin On Pluto
And She Don't Care About Those lies or Rumours That We're told
And I Keep Her By My Side Like My Blackerry Bold
Yea She The One You Wife Up The One You Settle Down With
Roll Up Switch em sweetz Yea She A Down Chick
And She Spend Her Nights At Home And She In College
Up Like Sunny And Sextin We Cuddling
And She Glad She With Me
Buy The Whole Store Out For I Got More Bread Then Giffy
I'm a Talking About All Nighters Baby Girl No Quickies
Watch I Get You Out Them Vickies
I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around (Around yeah)
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd
(Baby no one else matters)
Stay By My Side Itd Be All Love When We're Alone
Critics Fake Life Shake Life When We Alone
My Better Half Alot Of Things we Agreeing On
And Other Ladies Holla At Me But I Lead Them On
Go Shop And Don't Worry About The Price Neither
High Beaver Hoppin Round in My Wife Beater
And You The One You Ain't Nothing Like Them Price Skeezers
And I Ain't Micahel Jackson But I Treat Her Like Beat It
Late chicken Like You Baiting on legs shakin
I Treat it Good Yea Treat It the Way It Should
If I Ain't Asked Baby Lost It I Would
She The Silent Type Full Model Type
Ba-Baby Momma Type
I'm Here To Tell Ya That
I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around (Around yeah)
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd
(Baby no one else matters)
She Got True Religious On
But Not For Long... No
Me And Baby Making Bedroom Into A Porno
Usually A Guy Like Me Four More
But I Had To Tone it Down A Little Cause You So Fly
Real Talk Why Would I Lie?
Plus Your Juciebox Get Me Superman High
Where You At For The Night
Tell Your Boyfriend You Gona For The Night
I'll Be Back If It's Tight
Hop on It Right Like The Passenger Side... In My Car
You Ever Made Love To A Star?
I Make it Hot She in Love And That's A [?]
I'm Pushing Her Buttons She Like My Blackberry
I Had To Add Her To My BPM
She Heard About Them Black Card Boys We Be Them
I Rep Black Card Music BCM
They Call Me The Rockstar Can We Be Friends?
I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around (Around yeah)
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd

Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel (Ah)
Tell me that I, I was wrong (Yeah)
I was born to let you go (I was Wrong)
Arh this shit ain't been the same sense
I let you go and sense you became this
We had a burn that could spark any flame
Now I'm like Oran jones walking in the rain
We was too peas in a pod but not the same
You was feeling a thug and despised all lames
You more for the love and despised all games
And I was more bout the bitchs and pilling them in the rain
(Every Sound) that I hear is telling me I'm wrong
I couldent say in your face I'll say it in this song
I could say it million times that I played it wrong
Now I gotta spend my days alone, an all
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong
I was born to let you go
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong
I was born to let you go
Yeah let it burn let it burn-0 look a bee hell in the heart is Inferno
Teaching me a lession but I still never learn
So I keep back tracking moving round in a circul
Now I'm hanging out in the club with no purpus
Wall in between and I can't scratch the servis
I'm starting to feel worthless like was it realy worth it
Fuck up so bad I wonder will we ever work it (out)
But it seems like a long shot my head hurtin shit you killin me
Don't shot, thort that I was sceeming but I stumbled on the wrong plot
I admit I did you wrong, ma an all
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong
I was born to let you go
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong
I was born to let you go
Ar I live in dark days and bright nights
I know iv fallan, I'm tryin to turn my wrong into rights
Ah but this shit gettin critkal it's crazy
Couse I know that I'm the reason why your misrable
I'm just a man baby doin what a man does
No question I know your searching for the answers
Aahhah life is so unpredictable I would never of
Prodicted I would of got rid of you ah
And I question that a reason
But shit don't just happen shit happen for a reason
I shoulda kept it loyal it was more like a treason
I shoulda called you back wen you was leaving a know?
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong
I was born to let you go
Every sound that I hear
Every soul that I feel
Tell me that I, I was wrong

Don't be scared now
I'll have you sweating so hard you'll need 3 or 4 towels
After that, all I need is 3 or 4 showers
Just to get the blood off in 3 or 4 hours
Then come to through your hood and get like, 3 or 4 cowards
You think your bison like you play for Howard
But you's a duck like Howard
I make you fall like the towers
I cut your arm off and tell you to reach
Then I cut your tongue off and I tell you to speak
My niggas in a circle in the middle of a bonfire
They quick to become arsonists to set you on fire
The flesh start to smell, but who gives a fuck?
Heaven or hell nigga, you need to pick one
Brrrp, stick 'em, now you become a victim
Yeah, you become a victim, yeah, you become a victim
I'm evil like three 6's nigga minus the mafia
And ain't no brace on my shit, nigga, ain't no stoppin' a,
Young cannibal, cut you like a cantalope
I mistreat bodies, for breakfast I eat bodies
You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives
Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
It's Weezy F. Crazy
You scary ass rappers on the beat I'm wes craven
But I'm eastside till I reside in the grave
And you walk in my basement and see the bodies I'm saving
Blood bath flow, yes it's time for some bathing
Shotty with a drum and I'm a play it like a cadence
Invasion, I cook ya like the Asians
Put bread on ya head like a raisin
You a danish, you need glazing
Pardon me man, but I'm craving
I got you in the oven, but I'm waiting
I'm patient, for my patient
Yeah, There's a meeting in my kitchen
Shhh, there's rappers sleeping in my kitchen
Young money creatures
Kill your sweet ass then eat you motherfucker
You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives
Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice
We take your body for a motherfucking sacrifice
See you in hell bitch meet me in the afterlife
Minivan, duct tape, knife in my hand
Nigga, knife to your head, you're my sacrificial lamb
Nigga, I can smell blood like a hound, I see dead people
Paint the scene, I'm a leave a bunch of red people
Saddam, I bomb, I'm insane, Hussein
Assault rifle with the drum, nigga, with the blue flame
Blood on my glove, while I'm burying the witness
Cut your limbs off, I'm on my Jeffrey Dahmer sick shit
For real I'm I'll, we marching like the military
Coffins everywhere, this the rap cemetery
You niggas sweet, get ate like Ben N' Jerrys
You niggas very fairy,
Tell frail better go and say your Hail Mary
Rocket launcher bitch, I'm a throw a Hail Mary
Young Gudda Biach
You could smell fear in the distance All of their lives
Come with us home, better witness their, Sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice
We could take your body to the valley for a sacrifice

[** feat. Lil Wayne:]
[Verse 1: ~Gudda Gudda~]
More money, More bitches*
More work, More haters, Equals more snitches,
More digits? No. More commas,
Me affiliated with trend setters equals more drama,
Weezy Obama, th-that's my co-signer,
You see Osama, in my persona,
Steamin' like a sauna,
Sick I need a doctor,
Stap you before I drown you,
Now you just another Red Lobster,
Where the bitches at?
I need a head doctor, nice thick and red,
Bitch you fuckin' with a top-shotta,
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 missin, When I'm preachin' to 'em,
Now we all know money talks cause' I'm speakin to 'em.
[Verse 2: ~Lil'Wayne~]
But I ain't speakin' to 'em,
I call my guns jumpers, Cause' my bullets just leapin' to 'em,
All you boys busters,
So soft, Bet the wind blew 'em,
I claim flame, I am just rekindlin'
My intuition is get paid,
But this glock will knock you back to 5th grade,
I... School you nigga, but none you's get A's,
Got a bitch who won't stop, til' everyone of us get laid,
All you niggas is son-of-a-bitch made,
And if ya girlfriend utta, I cut her like switch blades,
(Yeah)
We ride like roller blades,
Now gone give me head til' it fall off of you shoulder babe,
I smoke all day, that's why I'm so away,
Mentally mind blow, now gone and blow away,
Yaw niggas just super fake,
I put you niggas on mute, Then I mutilate,
(Yeah)
I mac like the computer say,
My hoess coop-er-ate, I mean cooperate,
I don't know how to say,
Oh but I gotta say,
I just 4, 5 away to ain't no one alive to say,
That I 4, 5'ed away,
Then I drive away,
Paper chasin' money runnin like ondalay,
Better find a way,
Better not be M.I-way,
I take it farther than zembabway,
I make it harder for the wimps,
I stay on they necks no lettin up,
And I tote that can opener, Make me bust yo 7-up,
Heaven up,
Hell down,
Man down,
Gayle down,
And I keep that hammer, Do you wanna get nailed down?
Better kneal down,
Cause' I am the god,
I am the harder mu'fucka to try and before,
My diet is shaw,
I ryer than wall,
Fightin' 'em all,
Bitin' 'em all,
Giant or small,
I am a dog,
I can smile at dumb bitches and brighten 'em all,
I am a hog,
Rightin' all,
I just lay that pipe and I'm off,
Call me plumber,
And give your girl my number,
Humbra,
I am a bumble... bee on the humble,
Your girlfriend want my pickle and my cucumber,
Tell yo boy-frann I'll turn him to a vegatable,
Break a nigga down like a decimal,
I'm tellin' you,
I'm very cool,
Non-less a fool,
Fuckin' up my revenue,
I tote that whatever dude,
I shoot at whatever dude,
Just bought a lambrogini mar-cee-el-lo-goo,
And my guuuh' from the bay say it's hella cool,
Where's the heli-pad? My helicopter land,
I shot the man, If I'm not the man,
Do I go in? Or I go in?
I'm not yo friend, I'm not yo kin,
I'll make your brain come out your chin,
Been in the game since the beginning,
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?
I just left, But your boo right with me,
And I'm from never do right city,

[Chorus:]
Let's get this paper, Yeah I'm with it with it
Anyway to get this paper, Let's get it get it
Let's get this paper nigga, Yeah I'm with it with it
Anyway to get this paper, Let's get it get it
I'm with it let's get it, I'm with it (let's get it) I'm with it (let's get it)
I'm with it (let's get it)
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I say it's Gudda bitch, all about my paper on my hustle shit
I put money ova hoes, My pocket's got a overload
I don't play the card like [? ] so I shuffle like poker hoe
Drug music, Hero-Wayne this here is a overdose
I get money coast to coast, Lemme do my thang bitch
Approach me cus I keep that toast, Put one in yo brain bitch
I'm dangerous, deranged a bitch so real I will rearrange the shit
Cocaine I spit, You don't really want it with a nigga like me I'm flamin shit
I came to get this dough, Vip with a thick red hoe
Purple stuff in my double cup, Rest in peace Pimp C, Big Moe
Whoa flow so off the ricta, I'm slick like a boa contricta
Victorious, ya'll the victim, I'm gettin, I'm gettin...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
Yeah uhh it's Short Dawg comin thru yo audio
All about my paper but let's get get get it like Shawty Lo
I was sellin drugs while you cats was playin Mario
Now a nigga pockets fat like they need some cardio
Hoes on my jock, I got em creamin like a oreo
Got a lil fame & now they watch me like the Maury show
'Scuse me but I'm sorry hoe, I'm already spoken for
But bring a friend & we can get it crackin like a open door
I'm known for pourin fours, Sippin till I pass out
On the block like oka fours, Yeah I'm on the cash route
Seven different hustles mayn, I'm tha one they ask bout
Bags of weed had them thinkin I was takin trash out
Got it by tha truckload, that was till them dust [? ]
I was on tha interstate, trunk full, (nuts swoll)
And I came in tha game, I'm jus anotha hustla
Plus I jus got a call from my nigga Gudda Gudda sayin...

[** feat. Lil Wayne:]
[Gudda Gudda:]
Young Money Hospital*
I'm so sick, kill you and your dogs,
You can call me Mike Vick,
I'm a get get silly, (silly)
Sick sick with it,
Foolish like shawty low and I'm a get get it,
Stick shift kitted,
Maserati large got my top let back,
With the Kamikazi doors,
Hoes all over me, crazy no control of me,
I hop up in the draws put that d-ck up in her ovaries,
Gudda b-tch you know it's me, I spit cooked coke,
So when I rap it comes out like a quarter key,
Conduct disorderly, 44 bulldogs barking start sparking
And rip out your arteries,
[Lil Wayne:]
Uhh Umm,
Fresh out the Carter 3
Money ain't a thing muthf-cker it's the only thing,
Ha ha,
B-tch don't bother me,
My car so big, my license plate says "pardon me",
Yeh, Louie V looks on and my Jewelry just sang it like a slow song,
Young Mula b-tch,
You f-cking with some soldiers, who ra b-tch,
Hollygrove gangsta, mixtape mangler,
Wheels on the coupe, lips bigger than Tapanga's,
Two middle fingers, you don't want my anger,
Better call the rangers, but you gon need the angels,
Young money gettin money out the anus,
And I got the girls saying please Lil Wayne us,
Let me explain this,
I'm like Travis Barker I got stripes, I'm Strapped and I'm Famous,
I tell myself you ought to be shameless,
I pop a pill and now I feel painless,
And I'm a shoot that if I aim this,
And I ain't talking bout no muthf-cking sidekick,
Like, I f-ck that other side b-tch,
Eastside I ride around, you know who you ride with,
Then I'm at the hospital,
If you survive it,
Then I'm at your funeral just to see ya body,
P-ssy n-gga I'm a hitman,
And when it come to p-ssy n-gga I'm a a clit man,
Haha shit man, I got your girl on my arm like a wrist band,
And anything I do my clique can,
They can lean on me like a kick stand,
I'm a take us to the top,

Lil'Twist a monster, now watch me get 'em
Why they try my flows on when they can't fit 'em
Got my shoes from overseas, when they can't get 'em
These young rappers like toddlers, watch me babysit 'em
It's Mr. Twizzy F., and I'm right here
Draped in right gear, this is Young Money, yeah
I got these rapers scared of me, I'm the right fear
Now their girls asking for me, tell they girls I'm right here (like)
Why, kuz I'm a Young Money youngin'
Name one way's that Young Money's not runnin'
Ha, and we the shh, no plungin'
And I came to welcome y'all to Young Money's Dungeon
Raagh
Turn your face off when you fuckin' look at muah
Send that Ray Charles to ya, make your vision fall
Hell calls, kuz y'all niggaz ain't trustin' the god
Put arrows on ya head, no water dog
I'm a cough, spittin' god when Young Money bomb
Fuck your walls, bitch I'm raw with this condom on
Ready, get set, get marks, pistol drawn
Start the red liner, log, fire on
Picture me pawn, knockin' brochures door-to-door
I live on the floor, outside, you couldn't see the floor
At this elevation, elevator, reach the lord
Young Money, fuck these other niggaz do it for
Huge appetite (yes) fuck a half a bite
I need that whole pie, dough, and cheese but you could have a slice
Nigga, I shut the stage down and smash the mic
Plus I kill after parties, I call 'em after lifes
To the rap game, Millz don't make classics
And I don't write songs, bitch, I create caskets
Who want a dirtnap (who) your grim reaper is here
I compose funerals for you niggaz careers
Y-your girl said my third leg was super long
She gotta lift weights with her tongue, her mouth super strong
Heatin' pad jaws, her mouth super warm
But right after I'm skatin' like I'm boardin' with some supers on
Semi-automatic arsenal
Will slaughter you and turn every part of you to particles
Pain is what I ordered you, run is what you oughta do
I tear the house down, evict niggaz like the mortgage do
You niggaz gon' bother who, I come from the hardest zoo
New Orleans, Murder Capital, that's where a heart is grew
Yeah, I beat the track like a mad man
Kuz these niggaz is garbage, put these niggaz in a trashcan
I'm the one-man band and I'm marching while I'm laughin'
Drag these bitches off my stage kuz yes, I am the Sandman
Gudda Gudda, chain got boo-koo colors like Toucan Sam

I Can make your bed rock (Young Money)*
I Can make your bed rock girl
Kane is in the building nigga
I Can make your bed rock
I Can make your bed rock
She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I'd love to watch her leave
But I keep her runnin' back and forth like a soccer team
Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves, steal your hearts with ease
I like the way you walkin' if you walkin' my way
I'm that red bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place with all kinds of space
I'll let you be the judge and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I putta other
I see me with her, no stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, cause she know she bad
And I got her nigga, grocery bags
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
Okay I get it let me think I guess it's my turn
Maybe it's time to put this pussy when your side burns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressin' me like button downs on a friday night (Ha ha ha)
I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike
Be on my low scrunch
Be on my ecko whites
He say nicki don't stop you the bestest
And I just be coming off the top as bestest
[Verse 4: ~Drake~]
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, shake and bake, ricky bobby
I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back cause I'm not just anybody
I see them standing in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the aston or let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear, you need GPS to find her
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
She like tannin', I like stayin' in
She like romancin', I like rollin' with friends
She said I'm caged in, I think her conscios is
She watchin' that oxygen, I'm watchin' ESPN
But when that show ends, she all in my skin lotion
No emotions, roller coasting like back, forth, hold it (Hold it [x4])
She pause like it's for posters and I poke like I'm supposed to
Take this photo if you for me, she said don't you ever show this
I'm too loyal and too focused, to be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it
Said your words get me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is, I'm only loving for the moment
She ain't got a man but she's not alone
Miss independent yea she got her own
Hey gorgoues, umm, I mean flawless, well
That's what you are, how I see it, this how I call it
Yea, look at how she walk, who knew she know she bad
Do your thang baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't leaving fast, I'm a stay a while
Hold your head Chris, I'm a take her down
Okay, ooohhh baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock girl
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
T Streets
Mack Maine
Jae Millz
Tyga
Drizzy Drake
Nicki Minaj
Hey Shanell
And Young Llyod

[Hook]
Your so extraordinary [x3]
Somethings who's got a hold on me
Your so extraordinary
Somethings who's got a hold on me
If this feeling has emotion.
Someone who's got a hold on me
[Verse 1]
Rumble anyday nigga pick a date
I'm feeling great, I don't walk I just levitate
I come from the bottom of the slum village
Where niggas make a name for being young killers
I hate the game and all the bullshit that come with it
Sometimes I wanna get the money and be done with it
But right now I'm feeling better than the usual
Flow so ugly make my bank account beautiful
They call me Gudda nigga who is you
Bedrocking every girl was a 2 for 2
That's right nigga the more the merrier
Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, nigga.
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
We took the game to another level
Killing all these rap niggas time to get the shovel
I don't want this shit I want this shit forever
Until the game crown me king like Ms Corretta
Yeah. Chase the money with my eyes open
Cause I'ma die trying and never die hoping
Shit about to get critical
Its Guddaville 2, and the first one was biblical
F-ck the bullshit I'ma leave these niggas miserable
Spit the hardest shit till I start to see residuals.
That's right nigga the more the merrier
Extraordinaire. Extra-ordinary, nigga.
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Propane thoughts; I spit gasoline.
I be the first to come and the last to leave
Some of the realest shit I ever spoke
I hope your hearing everyline and catching every quote
Flow sick there's no antidote
Lock me in the zoo. They can't tame me: I'm an animal
There's no stopping me. there's no holding me.
There's no games nigga. there's no controlling me
I know the Lord watching over me.
Had to get the snakes from around me so it's more for me.
That's right nigga the more the merrier

Intro.....
Verse 1
Here I Am Homie What You Want Fool?
Shes Like Damn Nigga Cause Im The Man Dude
I Aint Trippin Or Flippin Them Baits
Up Close and Personal Like Shes Giving Me Face
Holla At Me Nigga Cause Im The Next One
Ill Will With The Deal I Got Connects Son
And On Welfare Ni-Ni-Nigga Dont Got A Job
All I Do Is Spit Raps Nigga I Go Hard
Young Money With Me We Going All Out
Its Like Game Day Time To Ball Out
Fanbase Go And Show My Ass Off
My Mama Rocket Shit Ready To Blast Off
This A Hit And Run and I Aint Looking Back
Tired ??? Niggas But Ill Never Take A Nap
Im Only Being Me Not into Seeing You
Hones To The T Baby Tell Me What It Do
Bridge...
Verse 2
Ok Im Riding Through The City Doing What I do Best
All White Low T On Cool Mack Murder Any Rapper In The Game
Whos Next Heading To The Bank And ima Bout To Pop A New Cheque
Party On All Weekend On Me Party Hard Cant Keep The Freaks Off Me

[** feat. Nikki Minaj & Short Dawg:]
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
Once upon a time there lived the harajuku barbie*
Use ta watch the game in madison square garden
Collesium block on the weekend italian icces from the purteo ricans
She raps queen like a crown or a real poofy gown or the little white
Lady out in london weeds bridge far rock southside jamcia block
Flat bush brooklyn all them jamcia spots
This is my city n I be reppin my city
It's where the giants a tackle you
Call a capital avalon
If you come to my city u might see what I mean
It's the city that never sleeps but it's the city of dreams
[Chorus: w/ad libs by Gudda Gudda]
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Wat up uptown downtown 6th ward
7th ward hardheads west bank 5th ward
3rd ward 10th ward reppin every damn street
Shout out the mighty nine and east 2 mczan street
Rest in peace son he had tyra lan on lockdown
It's a shame dey took him out the game
I see ya c c nacho fe fe snag gang chuck d
Talley t street that's dem garetti boys all about
The fetti boy only think broke wrong here is the levi boy
U know my city nigga yea it's real hood
Talk to turk other day he doin real good
Hold ya head c hold ya head mack
Rest in peace solider damn we need u back
Shout out b.g. the whole chopper city
Cash money young money yea we got the city
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Short Dawg]
Let's welcome the katrina victims
I wasn't there when it happen but I seen the pictures
So ne thing my niggas need they can call short
My arms always opened like walmart
I moved to the A n promised I'm a be back
I'm still #1 in houston like t-mac
Check my sleeve test I know u see that
H with star syrup pourin over green back
N I ain't talkin miss butterworks
So pass me a styrofome double cup at first
N I'm a pour a four up in that n sip it till
U see me movin slow like I'm fat
Just the home of the the candy painted doors on the lac
N voices sounding deep as baratone on the track
(Aw really)
Yea we call that sprude n if u movin too fast we
Might call that rude
Houston

[Verse 1:]
No complaints, life is all good, ain't it?
I'm maintaining in the game where the game changes
Homies that I grew up with became strangers
I'm still the same but they changed when I became
famous
I spell that word, all this fam, ain't us in it
I believed in my dream but you ain't put yo trust in it
I'm going up and my real niggas stay down
Now we at the table food fightin, throwin cake around
Yea, I'm talkin chicken to cheddar, etcetera
So why yourself a better people? It only could better
Sharpen up my lyrics to bury competitors
Pray before I ride in the booth, I'm a predator
Chasin anvil, talkin several
So I can open up the thoughts and get the revenue
I won't stop until it's on
Told my workers and the bosses so that they can hold it
[Hook: x2]
Damn it feel good to be a made nigga
Death before the silent to the grave nigga
And I'm a hold this shit down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got 10 toes down
[Verse 2:]
Tins on my strong and I'm still goin
Desposin all the fake, now the real showin
This is chess not checkers, get your game up
I done kept it real for too long for me to change up
Money on my mind, wutchu thinkin bout?
Got some niggas in the street, I'm tryna take em out
That's what a boss do, horse shoe on the back of my
pants
That's my true religion when I walk through
I praise God for the blessings that He gave me
I got some demons in my closet, hope He'll save me
No pops, but my mama did raise me
She told me cut the grass and watch the snakes creep
Yea, one hand on The Bible
Prayin while I got my other hand on the riffle
All I need is God and my guns
And a couple real niggas by my side and I'm good
[Hook: x4]
Damn it feel good to be a made nigga
Death before the silent to the grave nigga
And I'm a hold this shit down

[Verse 1:]
I swag on em, let my nuts sag on em
Open up a motherfucking can of woop ass on em,
The bitches that you stalkin – I pass on em
I dive in a pool then I splash on em,
I don't smash it, I wreck it then I crash on it,
Get the pussy donated, you can spend the cash on er
Take a lame nigga face and tap dance on it
Rest in peace tease with your fake ass on it,
Money talks and you ain't speaking no English
The fire that I'm spitting is something you can't
extinguish,
Your girl is a fiend, she clinging, swing on the penis
Boy I'm space age pimpin, my flight landin from Venus
[Hook: x2]
Let me get me, yea it's time
Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.
Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine
While you watchin what I do, I'm doing me, getting my
bitch
[Verse 2:]
Southern flame spitter, like sure dawg
Bring the champagne now pop the coke off
Rich nigga but I still buy sports cars
SS Camaro, top cut like a sports bro
Crazy flow, but you still find no floors,
No ceilings bumping, your girl no draws,
I'm on the takin wins, no L's, no draws
Always shit, one plus, four stars,
Living like a outlaw - no rules, no laws
It wreck rhymes when I flow 'cause I go hard,
Fuck networking, I'm a Bogart
They ain't see my vision, now it's time to show y'all.
[Hook: x2]
Let me get me, yea it's time
Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.
Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine
While you watchin what I do, I'm doing me, getting my
bitch
[Verse 3:]
I'm a murder them, I'm a murder them
All black suit and a hearse for them,
Call up the pastor, get a church for them
I'm a beast boy, welcome to the lion's den
You say that you was a ride, you's a goddamn liar
Shotgun bullets, for the shotgun rider,
Passenger soaked up, you never should provoke us
'Cause all my niggas riders, riding like a tow bus
I've been rapping in the game for some years now,
It's bout time for me to punish all my pears now,
I've been sitting on the side just analyzing
Now it's time to snap necks, I'm a paralyze em.
[Hook: x2]
Let me get me, yea it's time
Draggin, flame spittin every time I rhyme.
Good morning, watch how yo boy rise and shine
While you watchin what I do, I'm doing me, getting my
bitch
[Outro:]
Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch
Yea, Gudda Gudda bitch
Oh, yea
Hot here, it's good
Watch yo boy rise and shine bitch
We gon kill em
Yea, good morning
Yea, good morning
Yea, good morning

So give me money or give me the graveyard(2x)
Gi-give me the(8x)
Give me money gi-give me the graveyard(2x)
GI-Give me money give me the graveyard(2x)
So give me money or give the graveyard(2x)
Gi-give me the(8x)
Give me money gi-give me the graveyard(2x)
GI-Give me money give me the graveyard(2x)
Gudda Gudda
Young gudda money bags hot like hell bitch I look like paper got a new money smell bitch pockets full of Luciana my plug Mexicana so I push keys like a brand new piana young money the safe like a bank volt my old schools wet you should see should see how much the paint cost its m.o.e nigga money over everything mutha fuck life shit this paper is what im cherishin im so sissy im like belly you haten I can tell it cuz you broke like the levey im smoking like the chevy exhaust pipe I horse pipe your girl an get back to the filthy got cheese like the deli a lot of mozzarella a soon to be legend thank Mac aville and like kany-eez its nothing you can tell me nigga plus I never sleep it's not a dream you can sell me yeah
So give me money or give me the graveyard(2x)
Gi-give me the(8x)
Give me money gi-give me the graveyard(2x)
GI-Give me money give me the graveyard(2x)
Gudda Gudda

Zombies!
(Gudda Gudda)
Uh, im goin in
Nobody cold as him
I got them hoes on gin
I knock em down like bowling pins, yeah
Im chasin paper, while i chase my dreams
while im on codeine mixed with that promethazine
cargo shorts, white tee on me
Morgan Freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me
I need cash on delivery, C.O.D
Young Money in this motherfucker, we gon' eat
now watch me O.D, controlled substance
in my raps every time i speak, this time i preach, yeah
and let these lil' niggas know who the god is
I son rappers, let them know who they father is
I wouldnt bother him, cuz i will slaughter them
then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament
yea im on my shit, full content
its a filthy game and im dirty like a? (wine-back?)
yeah nigga im back, now who gon' stop that
Murcielago, with the top back
all red round me
no feds round me
killers wit me too, they bust your head proudly
go head and doubt me
bitch i got money pilin' (piling)
and i got white movin', call it snow-plowin
when the beef on, Young Money rite here
Yeah i smell fear, your worst nightmare
im in your dreams, while im livin mine
I got a sick flow, yeah i spit that swine
threw cough up a virus when i spit a line
yeah im gettin' mine, bitch its dinner time
and you are starvin artists
and we taking over, yeah we bout' to starve you artist
but imma eat regardless
i got your freakin goddess
in my bed giving head, and she take freakin orders
man this freak is gorgeous
im so better than
these other rookie niggas
come and meet the veteran
i got that medicine
knock knock, let me in
or i'll be in your living room, late night
like let em in

She Was There For Tha Long Haul
If I Go To Jail She Bump One For Tha Phone Call
Tha Only One That Could Deal With Tha Mood Swings
Stubborn Nigga, She Adapt To How I Do Things.
I Was Stressed Out, She Would Watch Me Write.
She Said I Was Talented And I Would Be Aiight.
You Kno Sometimes I Wind Up With Them Otha Bitches,
But Thats Jus What They Are, Buncha 'Otha' Bitches.
There's No Otha Misses That Compares To You,
So Tha Seven Digits, Ima Share With You,
Listen Love I Place Nothin Above You,
Like A Star In Tha Heavens That Place Up Above.
I Wonder If He Knos I'm Thee Only One Thats Gona Be There,
Cause Thats What A Girls Suppose To Do,
And When They All Turn There Back I'll Still Show Him I Care,
Cause Thats What A Girls Suppose To Do.
Look. Look, You More Like My Dawg, Girl You My Nigga,
And You'll Ride With Me Before Any One These Niggas,
Hey I Remember Tha Nights You Use To Cry Yourself to Sleep
When I'd Tell Ya I'll Be Gone In November.
Then Fall Turns To Winter, Cold Nights Alone,
You Would Call My Phone Tellin Me To Come Back Home,
All Your Friends In Your Ear Sayin I Do This And I Do That
Man, This Shit Is So Wack
I Let It Go In One Ear And Straight Out Tha Other
Then You Call My Momma Cryin Girl You Straight Buggin
And Yet You Still Hold A Nigga Down And Let Me Know
What Goes Around Must Come Back Around
I Wonder If He Knos I'm Thee Only One Thats Gona Be There,
Cause Thats What A Girls Suppose To Do,
And When They All Turn There Back I'll Still Show Him I Care,
Cause Thats What A Girls Suppose To Do.
You Aint My Girl, You My Homie,
And I Kno You Tired Of Bein Lonely
And When I Come Home, You Put It On Me,
Thats Why I Give You Anything You Ever Wanted,
I'm Married To These Streets, And Married To These Beats,
And You Don't Even Care As Long As You Got Me And I Got You,
Your Front And Your Back, Don't Trip, Don't Slip,
And Worry About All Tha Other Bullshit.
Its Like Us Against Tha World, And You My Lady Girl,
Make Me Put That Ring On Ya And Wife Ya Babygirl
I Said, Its Like Us Against Tha World, And You My Lady Girl,
Make Me Put That Ring On Ya And Wife Ya Babygirl
I Wonder If He Knos I'm Thee Only One Thats Gona Be There,
Cause Thats What A Girls Suppose To Do,
And When They All Turn There Back I'll Still Show Him I Care,

Break down that swisher and fill it up, put the lean in
your drink and grab a cup
This shit is strictly for my drinkers and my smokers
Rolling that dank up and all my niggas that sipping and
drink up, yeah.
Catch me on cloud 9, stuff on cup in my right, hand
They tell me they think I should quit, cause the shit
that I'm drinking
Can shorten my lifespan.
And then I tell em, I'm just a fellow that's living his
life, man
So leave me alone, and let's get it on, and we gonna
live it up tonight.
Fam damn right, call them ladies, and tell em to bring
a friend
No need for keys tonight, cause when they get here
We gonn break em in, beg me to end
Cause that's what we do, young money baby, the nastiest
crew
And when we get finished with them tonight
We gonn get high cause we living life.
It's all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you'll never catch me
sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap
Man I swear I'm high enough to get Jesus debt.
Oh, I'm drinking till I'm up up and away
And I'm smoking the day, weaving through traffic please
get the fuck out my way
Thick red bone, that's my shotgun passenger
So I gave my passenger a shotgun then I passed the
blunt.
Yeah, same shit it's just a different day
Get up to the crib and then I hit in 10 different ways
I'm feeling like the shit today, snap back with the
sickest jay
Got all the bitches running to the MC when I tell em
walk this way
Yeah, I'm a down south nigga so I talk this way
And I swear my words fly as a bird cause I be getting
high all day
Cadillac truck with the wood grain wheel,
I'm just living life today, smoking, choking, pouring
up the purple potion,
I be getting high all day.
It's all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you'll never catch me
sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do.
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap
Man I swear I'm high enough to get Jesus debt.
Yeah, I hear that money calling me, and when I leave to
get that money
All them bitches follow me
My bitch smoking that good, yeah we call that shit that
molly weed
Smoking till we choking, and our eyes look like they
start to bleed
Don't fuck with that reggie dirt, sticks and shit with
all them seeds
And I'm so high I can't see straight, and I can't even
parallel poke my v
All I see is money so I block out all you haters
I'm a cop me a new crib, on the water with no labors
And I own a jewelry box, filled with chains in
different flavors yeah
Fresh pair of ans and a polo t, never catch me in them
gators
And I'm waving while I'm passing like maino, say hi to
the haters
While my bitch roll in the zone up
Sip like full of flavors.
It's all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you'll never catch me
sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
OK, look me in my real eyes
Who would you realize?
That these rappers talking to you, telling real lies
Came a long way from bagging up narcotics
Now I go to wars, and sometimes I fly in private
My heart I let you pick inside it
And then I close it up
Sometimes our thoughts are suicidal, it's time to open
Most of my homies are all locked up and gone away
So I rap my heart out and try to provide a better way
Better days are coming, I wish that they could bear
with me
So all the blessing that I get, take a share with me
They think my life is all great, because the bills pay
But I got three seats that I gotta still...
Shit, don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud
And most these rappers tramp, so I'm a take 'em all out
When you see me I bow, bitch, your king is in your
presence
I'm a David to you Goliaths
Cause I ain't speaking to you peasants
I could get you give rap like a present
I ain't playing, nigga
I'm a change, nigga, but yet I'm still the same nigga
The... on the riffle, good aim, nigga
Don't give me your... cause I could tell you how to
frame, nigga
Lame nigga I never was, I move my bitch better
Cause I've touched a lot of women, it's hard to find
forever love
If you ain't... your plate, it's almost time to grab
And we gonna scrape the plate
And rape the bank until our time is up!
I run till I find one, with a divine touch
So if you try to see me or beat me, you better find
luck!
I run till I find one, with a divine touch
So if you try to see me or beat me, you better find
luck!
Go! Is that shit that gave you goose bumps?
Is that shit that gave you goose bumps?
Yeah! Is that shit that gave you goose bumps?
You... gutter, trying to move something!
Yeah, shout out my team, man told you!
I love you!
The whole YMCMB, you know
Yeah!
Free all my niggas, rest in peace to all my niggas,
yeah...
Ya homie, you know I shout the child out and got a real
I told ya all be home soon
You know it's gotta...
Let's get it, you know!
To my nigga... I miss you
To my nigga... I forgave you
You heard? I forgave you!

Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
Ok, let's keel this on a key low, got a stash that's
filled with c notes
I'm young money, money running, got more chips than a
casino
If you're looking for a real niggga, I ain't hard to
find girl
I'm standing right in front of you but I hit that from
behind girl
Real talk, I ain't lying girl, I can make you mine
girl.
Got a fat ass and long hair, you look like a Hawaiian
girl
Come with me in my world, I can show you better things
Your ex man didn't step up, so he ain't my level main.
I could lay beside you, then I get inside you
Front stroke, back stroke, then I nose dive through
Big money baby, I got that whatever cash,
You can get whatever heels, you can get whatever bag.
Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
Yeah, hustler of the year, if you looking for a nigga
with paper, look over here
Yeah I got my shit together, butter soft leather,
And the outside of my whip is all chrome like my
beretta
Young money forever, I'm getting to this cedar
All the bad chicks want me, fuck all the things I
endeavor
I am clever, and I might add, I'm better than your last
You got a bright future, throw your past in the trash
LV handbags, Gucci or whatever, you deserve it, and you
worth it, so I spend that little cash
And think some, it's gudda baby, fly no landing gear
You looking for the right man, the man is standing
right here.
Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
Ok, she say she looking for a real nigga, not a buster
She say she looking for a go getter, if you a hustler
tell her
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby
I'm standing right here.
You looking at him baby, you looking at him baby, you
looking at him baby

[Verse 1:]
Ok, if you ain't getting money who the fuck are you to
judge me?
Mama think I'm handsome but the flow is so ugly
Trust me, cash rules everything around me
New Orleans east side, streets is where they find me
Real nigga, fake niggas get the fuck from round me
The choppas start to turn your brain into some ground
meat
I'll be hustling until the day my clock stops
I'm pelican fly, looking down from the top
I can't stop, won't stop, haters wonder why
Whenever land, I tell the man they ain't seein I
My feet got the fliest kicks you prolly ever seen
And a fresh low T, Levi's as my jeans
[Hook: x4]
Ok, I'm fresher than a new born
All black shades on
Polo T snapback,
Fresh pair of J's on
[Verse 2:]
I'm tryina take Alice to Wonderland
And make that ass pop like a rubber band
I got the upper hand, I'm going up her skirt
Young Hugh Hefner, I'm a fucking flirt
Let's get it, talking money then I'm with it
No, I'm not the best rapper but I bet I am the realest
From New Orleans to Philly, I get bread in every city
I get head in every city, my bitches got ass and
titties
I got dimes that's my work, cause I'm fly like a bird
Stickin dip my hands on chickens, I could fly em till
you curve
When I spit it's like a pistol with a red dot
Lyrical homicide, red rum, headshot
[Hook: x4]
Ok, I'm fresher than a new born
All black shades on
Polo T snapback,
Fresh pair of J's on
[Verse 3:]
Bein fly is my hobby, my closet like a mall
And it takes me like an hour, just to see what I be
rocking
Got a million options, no matter what I wear
The bitches gotta stop and stare
Cause I'm fly like a robin
Young money motherfucker, all you dummy motherfuckers
Stop hating and go and get you some money motherfucker
Double G bitch, that's my name hoe
Got the club jumping, bitch you know who they came for
[Hook: x4]
Ok, I'm fresher than a new born
All black shades on
Polo T snapback,

[Intro:]
Money coming in, money going out,
Money coming in, money going out,
[Verse 1:]
Money coming in, money going out,
If you ain't getting money take another route,
Gun cock that nigga got a chopper that a chopper, tree
down like timber,
I'm a motherfuckin winner taking L's ain't in my
repertoire,
Unless you're tryina fill the air up with some medical
Man I've been getting money all week
And your girl is straight freak, I'll make her suck me
straight to sleep
My life is like a party, wake up and get faded,
Radical narly, man we party 'cause we made it
And I woke up in the club, fuck everybody
Streets with me and you're down to catch twelve bodies,
I'm a different type of breed from these niggas
That's why all the bad bitches wanna see from a nigga
I just come to get my money and I leave all you niggas
bitch
YMCMB on you niggas, uh.
[Hook:]
Take a step back, dust my kicks off,
Make your bitch jump like criss cross
Get my dick sucked, smearing up her lipgloss
Try to told you motherfuckers I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.
Big dawg, big dawg.
[Verse 2:]
Tryin to ball like a athlete nigga
Got money still fucking in my back seat nigga
Still running through these hoes like a track meet
nigga
On fire already, can't match me nigga,
I'm just doing me, you just sit and watch,
I'm staring at your girl while she's staring at my
watch
Counting money by myself, man I get lonely with the
guap,
So I hit the galleria with my homies, and we shop
Why you buy them hoes clothes? I buy them bitches
rubbers,
Fuck her to a coma, why you tell em ho you love em?
I am something like no other, you could call me Gudda
Trillest nigga walking and I put that on my mother.
[Hook:]
Take a step back, dust my kicks off,
Make your bitch jump like criss cross
Get my dick sucked, smearing up her lipgloss
Try to told you motherfuckers I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.
Real nigga, I'm a big dawg.

[Intro:]
Oh I love the way,
That you carry yourself
Even love the way,
You wear your hair
And I'm loving you
That's cool, but um
[Verse 1:]
Ok, I met you on the other side of town
The word around town is that you known to get around
I ain't trippin, no,
I'm tryina put you in the leg lock, 54
Legs behind your head, make your bed rock, hit it slow,
Young gigolo, call me Deuce Bigallow
Never satisfied with one dime, you gotta give me more
So, I ride clean through the city slow
Looking for a cute face, fat ass, pretty toes
Know some diddy hoes, that's the worst type
Type that ask you for a purse on the first night
Type to turn a great date to a worst night
Love pack them bags up, you on the first flight home
Then it's on to the next one
Never know the next one, might be the best one
Fresh off the jet, fly like Elroy Jetson
Treat a dog hoe like a step son,
[Bridge:]
I'm leaving
That's right, I'm leaving
Yep that's right, I'm leaving
Ok, I'm leaving
[Verse 2:]
Ok, I met her at the gallery, I was in a Louie store
Buying up a bunch of shit, attracting all the groupie
hoes
Sippin on the purple punch, you know it got me moving
slow
So I entertain them bitches like I'm in a movie role
Take her out to eat, Rose, plate of sushi roll
She got a pretty face, golden hair like dooky roll
I'm thinking, this one might be a keeper
Bring her to the hood and let all my niggas meet her
Showin love, my homies say she look real familiar
Something like this chick named Patricia
I'm like whoa, every other city we go
Pac said he best man, we see the same hoes
Every other video, every other show
You could bet your last dollar they be in the first row
They just tryina get paid, who are they to blame?
It's all about the might dollar, bright lights and fame
So I'm leaving

And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
She rock and roll with me, we going straight to the
top,
She back it up and make it drop.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me,
We rock and roll with it, we going straight to the top,
She back it up and make it drop.
Long nights alone, no need for the phones,
Got me trippin with no luggage, I can't leave it alone.
She is more than a friend, got me gone like the wind,
Shot for me and you too, we rock and roll to the end.
We in paradise, we see nobody in our world.
Let her get on top and ride the dick like a cowgirl.
Your friends think you tripping when I take you from
the party
And we pop a couple mollies, and we fuck like it's our
hobby
Are we trippin, maybe, prolly, but for now it feels
perfect
Other bitches ain't got shit on you, the time I spend
is worth it.
And she wetter than a wave, so I dive in and surf it
9 to 5, we gonn work it.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
She rock and roll with me, we going straight to the top
She back it up and make it drop.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
We rock and roll with it, we going straight to the top
She back it up and make it drop
Candy paint drippin', as I swerve lane switching
Getting head while I'm driving, that's a head on
collision
On a mission while we riding, on our Bonnie and Clyde
shit
There's no I in we, so it's minus I shit.
Don't pay attention to the mess and the guys
See that they mad at the world, cause what they want
and we got it
We lock it, about to rape the world for a profit
His and hers coups and the roofs is topless
Like a dancer, got questions, I got the answers
Communication is key, without it it's like cancer.
And it kills slow, destroying everything we live for
You ride for me, I ride for you, each other's what we
kill for.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
She rock and roll with me, we going straight to the top
She back it up and make it drop.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
We rock and roll with it, we going straight to the top
She back it up and make it drop.
She gonn ride, no part time, ride through the hard time
When I get inside, she let me know it that it's all
mine
Cause I'm a straight rider, and I'm a good provider,
Thick money and love, that keep her real excited
No gold digger, she know how to play a role nigga
No stripper, but she grinding on my pole nigga
I go deep, I know how to touch her soul nigga
She tell me I'm an upgrade, from her old nigga.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
She rock and roll with me, we going straight to the top
She back it up and make it drop.
And she gon' ride for me, stay by my side for me
We rock and roll with it, we going straight to the top

I'm always up, man, I'm hardly ever sleeping,
Because I'm living now all the things I ever dreamed
about.
They're sleeping on me like a mattress,
So I stripe 'em like matches, let 'em burn like ashes,
I define fire, verses I spit getting me all that I
desire,
If purple my cup, purple my dodge, getting me higher,
The game changes, I still remain dog,
Wear chop tees in the hip hop, same color.
Wayne, nigga, why do worry about the next man?
'Cause while you're writing these records I'm writing a
check, man.
So all you pussies jump off my dick,
Before I pull that Glock40 and come off that click.
No movies, it's all action, yeah, I talk that shit,
But where I'm from, when you talk you gotta walk that
shit.
What you know about lighting the stove, the water
boiling up,
Dropping world cold with the soda cooking the boarder
Ain't nothing changed but the date,
I'm sorry for the waiting, but I had to strategize for
the ways.
I'm in the circles around niggas, I got the feel it was
dinner time,
Then part two and I was almost at the finish line.
I took a break, now I'm back, Guddaville 3.
I could cut your hands off, I bet you still feel me.
Still hear back in the days and the Squad mixtape,
Just a light smart and shop on my mixtape.
I'm way harder than y'all rappers, all actors.
Gone store, popping like five crackers, that's y'all
asses.
Hold passes, I ain't miss you enough,
'Cause these principles we're living by, I'm kicking
you out.
Guddaville 3, I bet these motherfuckers feel me.

Yea, it go Young Money, Young Money, can't nobody see
I come to bring the noise and the racket like Serena
Leaving rappers stranded in the water like FEMA
Cause they WWF, fake John Cenas
MCeemer, who got the keys to my Beamer?
Give em to my baby mama, let er ride cleaner
I don't call em rap niggas, I call em rap divas
Cause these niggas got legs with a pussy in-between em
Son I'm like Phoenix, charm was the meaning of a real
killa with his nuts hangin to the ceiling
Holla if you see me, real niggas only
If you fake look the other way and walk straight homie
I ain't here to diss, I'm her to dismantle
Beats cut them more in, I'm a burn in like a candle
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
I'm a stand up nigga, boy I'm too bold to fold
I'm a east side nigga, gun under my pillow
Pistol whip yo head, back and forth like Willow
Never been a soft boy, I'm rough like thriller
And I'm 10 times worse when I pop a cup of Skittles
I'm rollin, rollin, car not stolen
Light skinned it nigga but my neck look golden
Money I'm countin, haters keep doubtin
Rappin at my peak, at the peak of the mountain
That mean I'm on top and you'll never see me floppin
When my album drop I bet the fans go and cop it
Spittin straight classics, turn the tray to aces
Ball hard with the rock and I ain't never passin
Down south nigga with a east coast spirit
In the booth turn the mic on and I'm a get it loose
It's been a hard road but I'm a get through
Hard work pays off, baby I'm the living proof
No toilet in the studio, I'm shittin in the booth
And the raps that I'm writin got me sittin in the coup
Young Money Cash Money, name a better crew
Bow down to the team, that's what you bet I'm do
I'm a keep goin like the Energizer bunny
Like I told you on my first tape, I'm getting to the
money
And I'm all about the dolla, if you not don't holler
And I got a couple problems but the money will solve it
I'm a east side nigga, New Orleans night boy
Livin like Bruce Willis, nigga I'm a die hard
You got hate in yo eyes, I can see it
And my young killas with me, wearin stripes like Adidas
And I'm a keep glowin, freestyle flowin
But I don't rap for free, it's a fee when I'm flowin
I'm back on my bullshit, extension with the full clip
To kick back from the click clack and make a full flip
I'm on the road to riches, it's a must now
But I'm still stuck up in the traffic like rush hour
All my niggas crazy, animals, hostile

I say everyday I do it, everyday I do it, everyday I do
Yeah, fucking bitches getting money yeah, everyday I do
In the kitchen whipping chickens yeah everyday I do it
On the mission for the riches yeah everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, and won't hesitate to
use it.
Everyday I do it, everyday I do it, everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, and won't hesitate to
use it
Make that chopper sing to you, boy we call it murder
music.
I had a million dollar dream, woke up with money on my
mind
I know bloods and crips but I throw up with dollar
signs
And my phone ringing, what you need homie
Yeah I rap, but I still can get them thangs nigga
I'm talking white girl or the green nigga
You need pills homie, we call em beans nigga.
I'm on a money making mission, they can't take my
position
Put that barrel to his head, tell that motherfucker
listen
Can you hear me nigga, it's my block now
Send them young boys through to shut the block down
Let 'em out and come back and off the shop now,
Now them newer bad boys on the watch now.
Yeah, fucking bitches getting money yeah, everyday I do
In the kitchen whipping chickens yeah everyday I do it
On the mission for the riches yeah everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, won't hesitate to use
Everyday I do it, everyday I do it, everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, won't hesitate to use
Make that chopper sing to you, boy we call it murder
music
Everyday I do it, got my work stashed in Buick
Federalies on my tail, so I shake 'em and I lose 'em
Got your bitch in the passenger seat, I make her take
it off
Routine traffic stop, they searched the car she take
the charge
I know how to play my cards, you fucking with a dealer
I send Peter through, he giving head shots like it's
tequila.
In the white body Benz, the same, hogging the lanes up
The purple got me moving off, speed like a change up
Now I'm at a dice game, 7 and 11's
Head crack after head crack, I'm taking the cedar
I'm a natural born hustler, milking on my customers
Clientele, gotta watch my back cause even clients tell
Have you standing in the court then sit you in a tiny
cell
New Orleans saints nigga, that's where all the giants
dwell
Fire from the rifle make you feel like you right in
hell
Might as well keep your mouth shut or you gonn bite the
shell.
Yeah, fucking bitches getting money yeah, everyday I do
In the kitchen whipping chickens yeah everyday I do it
On the mission for the riches yeah everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, won't hesitate to use
Everyday I do it, everyday I do it, everyday I do it
And I'm riding with the cannon, won't hesitate to use
Make that chopper sing to you, boy we call it murder

Ok, I walked up in the club like fuck these niggas
Treat them like a soda can, I'm a crush these niggas
I know they don't like it, cause they ain't nothing
like me
So I walk up in this bitch and start to check niggas
like nike
I'm a bad ass like boosie, riding round with my uzzi
Cock back and I shoot it, turn your head into a
smoothie
Riding around in my vet, bumping money, power respect
I don't run behind these hoes, but I'm chasing after
respect
I got 2 chains like Titi, I'm getting all my dollars
Players in my circle snatching squares by the collar
Real nigga for certain, my lil niggas is murking
If you peeking out your blinds, I'm a make you pull
your curtains
I'm on south beach and I'm lurking, seen a bad bitch
that's perfect
Take her back to my room, eat her up and then I burp it
Glass house no tints, all the bitches squinting
I'm tryina buy some land, I ain't worried about no
renting
I got hustle, I got flow, God damn it I'm so gifted
I got purp in my sprite, God damn I'm so lifted
My og just came home so I told him that it's on
You ain't gotta sell no work, all we selling is wayne
tones
Yeah the shit right here is murda, I cook it like a
burger
I run up in your crib and steal a nigga like a burglar
Yeah the shit right here is murda, I cook it like a
burger
I run up in your crib and steal a nigga like a burglar.
Ok, I walked up in the club like fuck these niggas
Treat them like a soda can, I'm a crush these niggas
I know they don't like it, cause they ain't nothing
like me
So I walk up in this bitch and start to check niggas
like nike
Check niggas like nike, check niggas like nike
So I walk up in this bitch and start to check niggas
like nike
Ok, I walked up in the club like fuck these niggas

[Verse 1:]
Uh stop it nigga, you're fucking with a silver bag,
Niggas think they seeing me, they starting silver
packs,
New Orleans, home of the murder,
Niggas talking beef, I'm a cook em like a burger,
Yeah two pistols, one is in my right hand
The other one got a beam light, Sean Paul I give em the
light man,
Murk you in your right hand, man they cut off your
right hand,
And take yo girl if she light scan
And bend her over on my night stand,
Two much paper on me, I need a money counter,
Choppa sitting in my closet, brick is on my counter,
Young and reckless, VVS necklace,
Talking cash shit, if you don't expect then you check
[Hook:]
Pistol hangin out my jeans, it's hammer time
Hit the club and blow my money, it's hammer time
Tote bus full of bunnies, it's hammer time.
Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it's hammer
time.
[Verse 2:]
I got money coming to me, and pussy right behind that
Bust it open, let me get behind that,
Young money, paper to the ceiling,
Red Rum, I'm about to make a killing,
I'm getting to it, mind on the million,
You tryina rent and lease, I'm about to buy the
building
Bitch we eating, eating like it's feed up,
I had a great summer, I could put my feet up,
Hit the studio, bitch it's time to re-up,
Bifocals on, niggas still can't see us,
Big money got them bad hoes talking
I ain't gotta say shit bitch, big money talking and my
[Hook:]
Pistol hangin out my jeans, it's hammer time
Hit the club and blow my money, it's hammer time
Tote bus full of bunnies, it's hammer time.
Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it's hammer
time.
[Verse 3:]
Hammer in my pocket, you know I'm a bomb first,
All black Bentley, I call that bitch finest words,
Dice in my hand I'm a shake em like a stripper,
Pick the money up and hit the dough and then I'm
dipping,
You know what I'm sipping, purple in my Styrofoam
I'm high as fuck, in the sky is where I belong,
Down south champion, I'm a bring the title home,
Overthrow your king, I could take your idols thrown
Gudda Gudda, I'm the hardest nigga speaking
What you're making in a year, I could make it on the
weekend
All my cups muddy and my niggas they be chiffin
On that medical marijuana, my living room stinking and
[Hook:]
Pistol hangin out my jeans, it's hammer time
Hit the club and blow my money, it's hammer time
Tote bus full of bunnies, it's hammer time.
Aks me a question, my answer bitch is hammer time.
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
It's hammer time, it's hammer time,
I hit the club and blow my money, bitch it's hammer

In this country, you gotta make the money first
Then you get the money, you get the power
Then you get the power, then you get the women
[Hook: x2]
Shoe box, no shoes in em (no shoes in em),
Shoe box, no shoes in em
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
[Verse 1:]
I've been getting to the money all week
5 shoulders, 7 days, hit the mall it's on me
Shoe boxes in my closet, but I ain't got no shoes in
them
Fill em up with money till it don't have no more room
in them
501 Levi's, fresh in my new Denim
Kick bitch with me, skinnies on her, she can't move in
them
Call me your highness, or better yet the fliest
motherfucker that you seen in a while
You can't deny it, I got a bright future, I can see it
like a psychic
And if I see it and I like it, then I buy it
Yeah, I live a cash money lifestyle, haters die slow
It's young money but I'm counting old money on the
floor
From my shoe box
[Hook: x2]
Shoe box, no shoes in em (no shoes in em),
Shoe box, no shoes in em
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
[Verse 2:]
I'm getting money, I'm in the fast lane
Got a million bitches following my campaign
I don't drink champagne, I just sip lean
Had a big red, now I'm movin like a centipede
The purple potion got me moving slow motion nigga
Like Juvenile and Soldier Slim, shout out to Nolia
nigga
New Orleans till I die, east side boy
I been chasing paper since I was a knee high, boy
So getting money is the mission
They say that money talks, so you should listen while
I'm spitting
And all I know is hustle, I ain't got time to be
slackin
Uncle Sam done locked me up for what I got stuffed up
in my mattress
In my shoe box
[Hook: x2]
Shoe box, no shoes in em (no shoes in em),
Shoe box, no shoes in em
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
No shoes in em
You hear that money machine, you hear that money
machine
You hear that money machine, you hear that money

[Hook:]
Lately a lot of shit been on my mind
My home big but it be quiet
Lately a lot of shit been on my mind
My home big but it be quiet
[Verse:]
I got my faith in the law, devil knockin at my doorstep
Rosary around my neck, I'm prayin for the Lord's help
I do more for others than I do for self
Weight on my chest with no spot, I need mo help
No crimes on record but a criminal past
You see a real nigga walkin? Let a crimin past
One man, one mic plus a pen and a pad
No subliminals, pop at yo subliminal ass
Penitentiary calls – I answer and I listen to em
Need money on yo books? Fuck it, I'm a give it to em
Real niggas speakin so real niggas listen to em
We all got the same heart, it's beating to a different
tune
Same building, different rooms, with different views
I know some young niggas, dumn niggas that ain't got
shit to lose
When them birds touch down, they celebrate like 50
cruise
So they can get that Mr. T ice, I pity the fool
Clippin the newsboy slang, over a gold chain
Just another day in New Orleans, ain't a thing changed
In my city we worship soldier slim and choppa bullets
Them young niggas turn they music up, they load the
choppa to it
East side the choppa tulies, uptown the downtown
Nigga surround yo house with bass pumpin, that's
surround sound
Nigga aks around town, ain't shit sweet
Several bodies found around town and that was this week
Sharks swimming in the water, boy this shit deep
The game changed a lot but still I remain me
One of the realest, blame the game, don't blame me
Gudda to the Gudda, double G, I'm the same me
Lately, shit been on my mind these days
Tryna thug the crime wave but we know crime pays
Lately, shit been on my mind these days
Tryna thug the crime wave but we know crime pays
[Hook:]
Lately a lot of shit been on my mind
My home big but it be quiet
Lately a lot of shit been on my mind
My home big but it be quiet
Lately a lot of shit been on my mind
My home big but it be quiet
Be quiet
[Outro:]
Gudda
Walk with me
Walk with me
This right here for my city, you know?
New Orleans
Uptown, downtown
East side, west bank
Free C Murda
Real nigga tho
Welcome home Turk
Free BG
Real city shit, you know?
Rest in peace Soulja Slim
Ain't no bomb, ain't no time
Free Mac
Chop City nigga

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
I'm about that drama
You f*cking with the kind of n*gga that got a gangster grill
Yelling diamonds when I ramble n*gga
So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo
N*gga likes to gamble, you crapped out
You bad gambling n*gga
N*ggas moving fast gotta pump the brakes on 'em
They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
My goon's real hungry looking for a real break
And you's a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your sh*t straight before I grab the big eight
Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see sh*t straight
Ray Charles n*ggas blind to the fact
While you was in your class, I was grinding getting scratch
The night grind and you get scratched
Now you cryin' like a b*tch
You a bird, got wings I'ma fly you with the pack
These little n*ggas got the nerve, these n*ggas under me
I put you under my wing, n*ggas you's a son to me
[Hook - Gudda Gudda]
Small thing to a giant [x4]
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Guess what? Streets all paper and me I'm praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
I'm a predator, when I prey I don't mean meditation
I mean vegetation, f*ck the Feds and f*ck the federation
And every agent; man I want that Asian, sexy like a Geisha
Get up in her stomach like Ignatia
I'ma stop; nah, let me keep going, C4ing, we blowing
Up you better be detouring if we're touring
And she's snoring cause he boring
Shawty need a refund -- bring her back; but when it comes to me
She pre-ordering, and re-ordering and re-ordering
I leap, ball and I free fall and I sleep out in that pussy
And when she calling I don't answer
But she keep calling and keep calling
And we balling like b-balling, as a matter of fact like street balling
We evolving, they dissolving
Cincinnati Reds hat, red black
Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at
I'm going in like wet pussy, no money that sounds like death to me
B*tch, I don't give a motherf*ck
Yeah I'm leaning, 'bout to pour me up another cup
Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt
I roll a Biggie Small, now here's another one
I'm in love with Wayne
Long hair don't care, b*tch call me Rick James
Weezy that n*gga, and don't forget the baby you f*cking baby sitters
[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Small thing to a giant [x4]
[Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda]
I'm going in like I'm going home
20 thousand on my wrist and my neck that's my rolling stone
Went from being broke with not a pot to piss in
Now I've got a pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n*gga, listen, cause I'm about to break the game down
No toilet paper homie when I'm sh*ttin'
Fly boy, hover over n*ggas like a flying saucer
Y.M. roll deep, don't make me call the bosses
Y.M. gon' eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long, it's time to take cash
And I'm gonna smother the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like they're grilled
B*tches love me, when they stare I give them rare chills
But Money's over her, she can't see in a pair of heels
Young n*gga 'bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em, "keep the change"
Gasoline flow, light the match, watch it spark
Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk
Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ, yes
I'm serving n*ggas like my name was Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and I'm a shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get him, I taunt him
Take all his money then I take a sh*t on him
Your whole clique is phony: My Little Ponies
Gudda walk alone and sh*t my shadow is my army
Why I need a n*gga when I got my tool on me?
My lil' buddy got bullets like the army
Militant thoughts, like I train with Al-Qaeda
Raid a n*gga crib with a boxcutter razor
Look so bow down to the chief, the champ