Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda - It's Young Money Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Intro – Gudda Gudda]
What’s up K nigga?
Gudda
‘Bout to go HAM on this bitch shawty
That’s me, ha-ha-haaa

[Verse 1 – Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, 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 y’all 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 cheddar 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: “shit’s 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

[Chorus – Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit, don’t bullshit me
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

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp, make money like Amen
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 paralyzed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me, and the smart fear me
Which side you on?
Highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh

[Verse 3 – 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 a 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