[Intro]
I don't like the look of it
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a n***a movin slow
I'm all about the money, what the f** you think I do it for?
b**h don't act like you don't know, I'm k**in all these rap n***as
Custom made caskets for yo' motherf**in funeral
Keep the women with me, sh** I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday, like we won the f**in Super Bowl
Chillin wit my n***a Mack, he keep b**hes handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that n***a?"
I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that n***a!"
I was raised in the home of the cap splitters
Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And you's a motherf**in duck, Daffy Dill
I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and k**
Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal
I'm hot n***a, burnin 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'll never crown me
Realest n***a doin it just ask the n***as 'round me
So you cain't size me up or try to clown, uh
Shark in the water, jump in and I'mma drown ya
New Orleans n***a, gun out, I'mma down ya
Put n***as to sleep like a muthaf**in downer
I'm a Great White, you'se a flounder
Fish and a b**h, I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, movin everything around ya
It's Young Money, b**h! At the top is where they found us, n***a
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em
Silence on the gun, watch a n***a mute 'em
The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden
School these n***as, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina
b**h I'm still spittin like I ate a jalapeno
I'm from uptown, my b**h from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault
And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce
I ain't worryin 'bout sh**, everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house
With a high yellow thick b**h wit her legs out
Cash Money president, but we in a red house
Who the f** want it? Make my f**in day
I blow your candles out, now n***a cut the cake
I gotta eat, b**h! Like a runaway
Y'all n***as ain't eatin, stomach ache
Okay, all these b**hes, and n***as still hatin
I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein
f**in with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic
I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit
Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b**hes and I f** 'em like rabbits
Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh