It's Young Money

[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

F-ck what yall 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 aint ya average cat, Im something like a savage gat

Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat

Im sick of niggas garbage raps

I aint bout to battle rap

Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch

Im after that chedder cheese nigga

Where the cabbage at?

Gudda Gudda muthaf-cker therell be nothin after that

Im bout to go HAM on this muthaf-cking track

In fact Im 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

[Gudda Gudda]

Uhh, Im screaming MOB

Money Over Bullshit

Dont Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World its Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up cant let the bullshit sleep

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We take money

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We make money

Biatch

[Lil Wayne]

Im 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

Im real as f-ck

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 f-ck

Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her

Ya bunch of pussys having a pity party

My guns look like they in kindergarten

Im 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, Im screaming MOB

Money Over Bullshit

Dont Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World its Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up cant let the bullshit sleep

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We take money

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We make money

Biatch

[Lil Wayne]

Eagle street where them twentys go for 25

Bitch Im a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line

Heres 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 cant f-ck with me

Check my footsteps look like there was couple mes

We aint promised tomorrow but I feel immortal

Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto

Im the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro

And when I die, bury me in all Polo

Kanyeezys on my feet with two pony tails

Bitch Im hotter than going to hell

Oh well and the money is my only mail

And Im the God sippin syrup out the Holy Grail

Oh well

And you aint on shit, nigga you aint on shit

Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch

Im in that cherry tone six

Im 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

Im spittin like a long kiss

Live from the throne bitch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]

Uhh, Im screaming MOB

Money Over Bullshit

Dont Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]

Hello World its Little full clip me

Got that wake yo ass up cant let the bullshit sleep

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We take money

Its Young Money

(Its Young Money)

Its Young Money

We make money

Biatch